I kept giving CPR to a love that flatlined—
Trying to revive a pulse that was never mine.
You were the storm, and I kept building shelter
Out of hope and hurt, like I was your helper.
But every time I screamed choose me,
You whispered maybe.
And I kept holding on,
Like your "one day" would someday save me.
I was loyal like a sunrise—
showed up even when the night got cold.
You were loyal like a coin toss—
fifty-fifty, hot or cold.
I made excuses while you made decisions.
You made mistakes,
I made revisions.
Turned your chaos into scripture—
but the gospel of us was fiction.
You cheated,
And I settled.
You lied,
And I leveled.
You disappeared,
And I delivered love like I was still being fed it.
But I was starving.
I kept feeding your ego while mine died slow.
You kept choosing the streets,
And I kept sweeping up the snow
From promises that melted before they could ever land.
You had a queen
And treated her like a fan.
I was front row, clapping for a man
Who didn’t even know what stage he was on.
I waited.
Waited on changes you swore were coming.
But I finally realized:
You were never running to me—
Just running.
I wrote you into every chapter,
But baby, this is the rewrite.
Where the plot twist is peace,
And I stop begging for foresight.
See, I was love.
I was fire.
I was home.
You were desire.
You were try her,
Then leave her alone.
But her name is Me,
And she’s done waiting for texts that never send.
She’s done feeling like the means
To your selfish end.
I cried for you.
Died for you.
But I came back in bloom.
I’m the garden you never watered—
And now I’m done making room.
You see, it breaks my soul to imagine you with her…
But it broke my spirit more
Watching myself blur.
I gave you the best of me,
And you gave me the rest of you.
But I choose me now—
And there’s nothing left to prove.
So keep your sorrys, your maybe-laters,
Your empty vows and heartbreak trailers.
I’m not auditioning anymore.
This isn’t a threat,
It’s a door.
I walk through it full,
With tears that know they’re holy.
I’m not yours.
I’m not broken.
I’m not lonely.
I’m free.
Her name is Me.
And she loves me now.
Fully.
Loudly.
Sacred.
Proudly.
No begging.
No pretending.
Just me.
And this is my ending.
