So this is how it ends,
not with anger,
not with blame,
but with a quiet ache
I didn’t see coming…
or maybe I did.
Because truth be told,
I saw it coming.
I felt it in the pauses,
in the way your heart never fully settled.
And even though I sensed
you might one day go back,
I kept wishing I was wrong.
Seems I was right all along.
Still, I held on.
Not because I was naive,
but because I believed in what we had,
even if only for a moment.
You say we had a bond,
and yes, we did.
It was fragile,
but it was real.
So when you said you needed space,
I already knew
what that silence was growing into.
I didn’t want to admit it then,
but now, here we are.
You’ve chosen your path,
you’ve chosen your past,
and I respect that.
Even if it leaves me
a little more hollow
than before.
I appreciate the honesty,
truly.
Not everyone tells the truth
before it’s too late.
But knowing doesn’t make it easier.
Closure doesn’t always
close the wound.
Still, I won’t chase what’s no longer mine.
You’ve made a choice,
and so will I.
You’re walking back to someone
you once lost,
and I’m learning to walk forward
without you.
You say we can still talk.
But how do I talk
when every word
reminds me of what we’ll never be?
So no,
I won’t hate you.
I won’t hold this against you.
I’ll just carry the lesson,
and let time carry the pain.
Because while you chose to go back,
I’ll choose to grow.
I’ll choose peace,
I’ll choose healing,
and one day,
I’ll choose someone
who never had to choose between me
and someone else.
Goodbye,
not in bitterness,
but in quiet acceptance.
You chose them,
and now,
I’ll choose me.
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Why I Chose My Ex Over Someone New by walking shadow poetry
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