My Diary

  To the one who loved me through my darkest tide, Despite the pain I drowned in,  you stayed beside. I know what I did, by losing you I see, You were too good for me,  and for that,  I'm sorry to be. Betrayed, hurt, with baggage  I could not hide, I dumped it all on you,  yet you didn't sigh. That weight I gave you led to guilt's heavy chain, I fucked up,  blind to how you felt the pain. In youth's fragile years,  I walked through shadows deep, Past wounds taught me to see people in a twisted sleep. I viewed love through lenses clouded by past fears, And in my naivety,  I misjudged all the years. I broke you, thinking I'd spare you more pain, A choice I made,  in my own tangled shame. I see now I was wrong,  blinded by my own strife, In trying to shield you,  I lost the gift of your life. Though maybe I didn't love you in the way you desired, The respect I hold for you is vast,  come what may. You loved me the most, ...

  Every drop of love I gave you was poisoned by your indifference.  I didn't ask for the stars, just a glimpse of sincerity in return for the love I poured out like blood.  But every sacrifice, every tear, every shattered dream was met with contempt, like my love was a weight you'd rather not bear.  I gave you my heart, raw and exposed, and you shredded it like paper.  I didn't expect perfection, just a shred of honesty. But instead, I'm left gasping for air, wondering if love is supposed to feel like suffocation.  Was my love too much, or were you just too gutless to handle its fire?  People crave love, but they're repelled by its intensity. They feast on your heart, your soul, your everything, and when it gets real, they label it "too much" and abandon ship, leaving you to salvage the wreckage of a love that was never truly loved.  I'm left with the splintered remains of my heart, baffled by how someone could beg for love, receive it, and still ...