When you find someone's words that might as well be written by you...this resonates on a bunch of levels
You Weren’t Who I Thought You Were
Dear You,
I need to stop making excuses for you.
I say that sentence over and over in my head like some kind of quiet mantra….hoping one day it won’t sting so much to admit that loving you was a lesson I had to learn the hard way.
You changed. Or maybe you didn’t, and I just finally saw you clearly.
I used to think I knew your soul. That I had found someone who saw me. You mirrored me so well that I truly believed we were connected on a level most people only dream about.
But now I see it was all smoke. A carefully constructed illusion.
You are cold.
You are cruel.
And worst of all you wear the mask of someone warm and kind so convincingly, even I started to question my own reality.
You gaslighted me. You twisted my words, denied my feelings, made me doubt my instincts. You made me feel like I was too emotional, too sensitive, too much. But the truth is I was just trying. I was trying to hold us together, trying to understand, trying to be heard.
And every time I reached out for honesty or softness, I was met with deflection or silence. Or worse manipulation wrapped in sweet words and empty apologies.
You made me believe that I was the problem.
But I’m not.
I see that now. My blinders are off, and the red flags are no longer things I romanticize or explain away.
You say you’re not a bad person, but good people don’t play mind games with someone who loves them. Good people don’t weaponize affection, don’t rewrite the past, don’t pretend confusion when they know exactly what they’re doing.
I used to beg for crumbs. Now I crave peace.
I’m still untangling myself from the guilt and the doubt you left behind. But I promise you this I won’t keep shrinking myself to fit into the story you’ve written about me.
You don’t get to decide who I am.
You don’t get to keep taking up space in my heart like you didn’t damage it.
I loved you. And that love was real.
But so is this ending.
I deserve more than someone who only shows up when it benefits them.
I deserve more than someone who only pretends to care.
I deserve truth. I deserve consistency. I deserve safe love.
And I’ll find it.
But it won’t be with you.
—Me
Dear You,
I need to stop making excuses for you.
I say that sentence over and over in my head like some kind of quiet mantra….hoping one day it won’t sting so much to admit that loving you was a lesson I had to learn the hard way.
You changed. Or maybe you didn’t, and I just finally saw you clearly.
I used to think I knew your soul. That I had found someone who saw me. You mirrored me so well that I truly believed we were connected on a level most people only dream about.
But now I see it was all smoke. A carefully constructed illusion.
You are cold.
You are cruel.
And worst of all you wear the mask of someone warm and kind so convincingly, even I started to question my own reality.
You gaslighted me. You twisted my words, denied my feelings, made me doubt my instincts. You made me feel like I was too emotional, too sensitive, too much. But the truth is I was just trying. I was trying to hold us together, trying to understand, trying to be heard.
And every time I reached out for honesty or softness, I was met with deflection or silence. Or worse manipulation wrapped in sweet words and empty apologies.
You made me believe that I was the problem.
But I’m not.
I see that now. My blinders are off, and the red flags are no longer things I romanticize or explain away.
You say you’re not a bad person, but good people don’t play mind games with someone who loves them. Good people don’t weaponize affection, don’t rewrite the past, don’t pretend confusion when they know exactly what they’re doing.
I used to beg for crumbs. Now I crave peace.
I’m still untangling myself from the guilt and the doubt you left behind. But I promise you this I won’t keep shrinking myself to fit into the story you’ve written about me.
You don’t get to decide who I am.
You don’t get to keep taking up space in my heart like you didn’t damage it.
I loved you. And that love was real.
But so is this ending.
I deserve more than someone who only shows up when it benefits them.
I deserve more than someone who only pretends to care.
I deserve truth. I deserve consistency. I deserve safe love.
And I’ll find it.
But it won’t be with you.
—Me
