spoken word.
I never thought walking away could feel like this
Like carrying the weight of the world in my chest,
Yet leaving with empty hands.
It’s funny how you can give so much,
Pour yourself out, drop by drop,
And still feel like it was never enough.
You see, I stayed.
I stayed through the storms,
Through the silence,
Through the cracks in the foundation
That I tried so hard to patch.
But love isn’t meant to be one-sided.
It isn’t meant to feel like a battle
Where one person is fighting to keep it alive
While the other…
Well, the other is just there.
But walking away?
That’s a different kind of battle.
It’s not the kind with shouting or slammed doors
It’s the quiet war inside your own head.
Because leaving isn’t just about them,
It’s about you.
It’s about letting go of the dream you built
In your head,
Of the nights you whispered prayers
That things would somehow change.
And honestly, I didn’t want to go.
I wanted to stay,
To fight harder,
To believe just one more time
That maybe, maybe this time
You’d meet me halfway.
But there comes a moment
When even love can’t survive on hope alone.
I remember sitting in silence,
Staring at the messages you didn’t reply to,
Replaying the conversations
Where I apologized for things I didn’t even do.
“Maybe I’m the problem,” I thought.
“Maybe if I just try harder, love harder, be better…”
But the truth is,
You can’t make someone love you the way you love them.
So I packed up my heart,
Piece by piece,
Even though it felt like leaving pieces behind.
Because walking away from something
You truly wanted to work?
It’s not about giving up.
It’s about choosing yourself
In a story where you kept getting lost.
And here’s the thing they don’t tell you
It doesn’t get easier at first.
The quiet moments are the loudest,
The nights feel colder,
And every song seems to play
Just to remind you of what you’re leaving behind.
But as time moves forward, so do you.
You learn to breathe again,
To stand a little taller,
To love yourself a little louder.
Walking away doesn’t mean you didn’t love enough.
It doesn’t mean you failed.
It just means you realized
That staying would’ve meant losing yourself.
And isn’t that the biggest heartbreak of all?
So here I am,
Still picking up the pieces,
Still learning how to live without the “us” I dreamed of.
But I’m finding me.
And in that,
I’m finding hope again.
Because sometimes walking away
Isn’t the end of the story
It’s the beginning of your own.
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