{"id":3290,"date":"2025-05-05T12:16:18","date_gmt":"2025-05-05T12:16:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3290"},"modified":"2025-05-05T12:16:20","modified_gmt":"2025-05-05T12:16:20","slug":"i-wanted-to-be-wrong-about-you-turns-out-i-was-right","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/i-wanted-to-be-wrong-about-you-turns-out-i-was-right\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cI Wanted to Be Wrong About You-Turns Out, I Was Right\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

So this is how it ends,
not with anger,
not with blame,
but with a quiet ache
I didn\u2019t see coming\u2026
or maybe I did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So when you said you needed space,
I already knew
what that silence was growing into.
I didn\u2019t want to admit it then,
but now, here we are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ve chosen your path,
you\u2019ve chosen your past,
and I respect that.
Even if it leaves me
a little more hollow
than before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I appreciate the honesty,
truly.
Not everyone tells the truth
before it\u2019s too late.
But knowing doesn\u2019t make it easier.
Closure doesn\u2019t always
close the wound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, I won\u2019t chase what\u2019s no longer mine.
You\u2019ve made a choice,
and so will I.
You\u2019re walking back to someone
you once lost,
and I\u2019m learning to walk forward
without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You say we can still talk.
But how do I talk
when every word
reminds me of what we\u2019ll never be?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So no,
I won\u2019t hate you.
I won\u2019t hold this against you.
I\u2019ll just carry the lesson,
and let time carry the pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because while you chose to go back,
I\u2019ll choose to grow.
I\u2019ll choose peace,
I\u2019ll choose healing,
and one day,
I\u2019ll choose someone
who never had to choose between me
and someone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Goodbye,
not in bitterness,
but in quiet acceptance.
You chose them,
and now,
I\u2019ll choose me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/1KvJ2QTrW1<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why I Chose My Ex Over Someone New by walking shadow poetry<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

https:\/\/music.youtube.com\/watch?v=5f3-AKuFt_0&si=KSJlT-tWKMd1yR8n<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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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 sensedyou might one day go back,I kept wishing I was wrong.Seems I was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3291,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[121,97,25,98],"tags":[49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-3290","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/18d5fb1ebe8e06b751ca735370fdf4ee.jpg?fit=236%2C420&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3357,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/thank-you-for-choosing-to-be-the-best-father\/","url_meta":{"origin":3290,"position":0},"title":"Thank you for choosing to Be the best Father.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"July 21, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"I don't know where to begin,Because \u201cthank you\u201d feels too smallFor the mountain of love you\u2019ve carried,And the steady hands that held me through it all. 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