You made me feel safe, then taught me to flinch, Promised me always, then pulled back an inch. Said, “I’m here for you,” but only in part— Loved with your hands, but not with your heart. You were the calm I mistook for the cure, A place I could land—but never be sure. I kept showing up when you left me unsure, Calling it patience, but it was just blur. You told me to trust you, then gave me a maze, Led me through silence and half-empty praise. I begged without words, I cried without sound— And still… you let me hit the ground. But this is the part that I write for me— The moment I stopped asking, “Why didn’t you see?” Because I’m not too much, I was never too loud— You just weren’t the one who could love me out loud. I’ve let go of waiting, of wishing you’d call, Of hoping you’d change, or feel it at all. Some loves aren’t meant to grow past their start— And I’m done being soft for a half-given heart. ⸻ 💬 Drop a “🕊️” if letting go felt like freedom, even when it hurt. If you loved deeply—but walked away quietly. ⸻ #YouHeldMeThenLetGo #LettingGoToGrow #HealingThroughHurt #AlmostLoveStillHurts #PoetryForTheQuietOnes #ThisOneHitsDeep #TooMuchForThem #GhostedAndGrew #UnmatchedEnergy #SoftNotStupid #YouWontFindMeAgain #HeartbreakClarity #IChoseMyselfThisTime #HalfLoveIsntLove #LovedFullyLeftEmpty #ResonatingTruths #HealingIsPower #GoodbyeInSilence #ThisIsGrowth #PoetryForTheSoul