Words words words ....

I won't beg.
I won’t chase.
I chose reality,
even when it arrived
without your voice in it.
I chose respect,
the kind that does not beg
to be loved back.
And I chose me
small, shaking, certain
stepping out of the spell
with my own name intact.
So yes, I miss the illusion.
I miss how softly it lied.
But I would rather be lonely in truth
than held by something
that made me disappear.
Let them have you.
Let them suffer the illusion.
I am done kneeling
before a ghost.