Your love isn’t worth competing for.
It was built on your lies of deception and pain.
I can see now the hatred you harbored toward me was jealousy of the kind and consistent heart I embodied and you lacked.
Your love was unstable and inconsiderate.
Your love was selfish and non-reciprocal.
Your love was never something I would be able to feel and yet it drowned me.
It kept me isolated.
And while I sit here alone picking up the pieces you shattered, you’ve already moved on to allow another to suffer.
Your love served its purpose and I release it back to the depths of hell it came from.
I’ll watch from the safety of the love I’ve grown for myself as it drags you to hell with it.
an invitation to witness the most sacred parts of me 