This is the hardest thing
I've ever admitted.
Maybe losing you
saved me.
Because I was loving you
so much
that I forgot
to love myself.
I was shrinking,
waiting,
hoping,
breaking…
Just to keep you.
And maybe that isn't love.
Maybe love
shouldn't make you disappear
inside another person.
Maybe losing you
forced me to find myself again.
And maybe one day
I'll thank you for leaving.
Just not today.