No reflection
How bold it is to speak of heartbreak
when you are the one who leaves it behind.You offer fragments of truth
and call that honesty.
You avoid your own reflection
because facing it would require accountability.Was it a game?Did my pain become the price
for lessons you were unwilling to learn?You ran when honesty was standing
right in front of you.
You left me in the cold,
returned when it was convenient,
and disappeared again when the truth grew too heavy.You traded something lasting for something temporary.And now you stand alone, but do you remember who stayed beside you while you were trying to find your footing?
Who waited.
Who believed.
Who endured.
Only to receive the same wounds
you once said had broken you.I do not wish you punishment.I wish you clarity.Because you cannot heal
by turning the good into the villain
and calling yourself the hero.
You know what happened.
You know what you chose.
You know the difference
between protecting yourself
and protecting a lie.
Honesty is not telling half the story
and hoping the missing pieces disappear.
Honesty is looking directly at the damage,
recognizing your part in it,
and having the courage to say,
"I was wrong."
That moment will come for you.
And when it does,
you will have to decide
whether this is the story you want
to carry for the rest of your life.
Does this define you?
Or do you step forward,
face what you have done,
and become better than the person
Who caused this pain?
And the very thing you longed for,
the thing you waited for,
the thing you believed would finally bring you peace,
may become nothing more
than a bitter memory.
Even the good within it
will be too painful to revisit,
because every beautiful moment
will carry the weight
of what it cost to obtain.
That is the price of refusing the truth.
Not punishment.Not revenge.
But the quiet realization
that you reached the door
to everything you wanted,
and your own choices
made it impossible
to walk through..