Thank You for the Abandonment
Thank you for the silence,
The way you vanished behind the fog of your comfort,
Leaving me in a place where truth finally echoed louder
Than my desperate attempts to repaint your loyalty.
You taught me how little I meant
When I tried to be your everything.
Even the prettiest colors couldn’t stick
To a wall that was already failing.
Thank you for the mirror,
For reflecting the fragility of the bonds I called friendship.
They broke with ease, like glass in winter
Shattered the moment I pushed you away.
Thank you for the cold shoulder,
When all I asked was balance.
you wanting to be my child, while I was reaching for a lover
But I see now, I reached into an empty void.
You taught me that giving without return
Isn’t love.
It’s blindness.
And for that painful clarity, I thank you.
Thank you for the flicker of honor
In your otherwise hollow exit.
At least a fraction returned was enough
To remind me I gave far too much.
Yes, I own my part—
I lingered too long in a place already burnt,
Hoping ashes might bloom again.
But they never do.
Thank you for waking me up,
For reminding me what I don’t want,
For stirring the voice in me that whispered:
“You deserve more.”
Despite the abandonment,
Despite the betrayal and the echo of shame—
I see you.
A flawed soul doing your best, just like I was.
So I close this chapter without hate.
Only reverence for the fire I walked through,
And respect for the lesson you became.
Thank you
For letting me leave.
It taught me how to stay...
Forever with myself.
The way you vanished behind the fog of your comfort,
Leaving me in a place where truth finally echoed louder
Than my desperate attempts to repaint your loyalty.
You taught me how little I meant
When I tried to be your everything.
Even the prettiest colors couldn’t stick
To a wall that was already failing.
Thank you for the mirror,
For reflecting the fragility of the bonds I called friendship.
They broke with ease, like glass in winter
Shattered the moment I pushed you away.
Thank you for the cold shoulder,
When all I asked was balance.
you wanting to be my child, while I was reaching for a lover
But I see now, I reached into an empty void.
You taught me that giving without return
Isn’t love.
It’s blindness.
And for that painful clarity, I thank you.
Thank you for the flicker of honor
In your otherwise hollow exit.
At least a fraction returned was enough
To remind me I gave far too much.
Yes, I own my part—
I lingered too long in a place already burnt,
Hoping ashes might bloom again.
But they never do.
Thank you for waking me up,
For reminding me what I don’t want,
For stirring the voice in me that whispered:
“You deserve more.”
Despite the abandonment,
Despite the betrayal and the echo of shame—
I see you.
A flawed soul doing your best, just like I was.
So I close this chapter without hate.
Only reverence for the fire I walked through,
And respect for the lesson you became.
Thank you
For letting me leave.
It taught me how to stay...
Forever with myself.