I know someday the person this poem is meant for will read it,
but frankly, I no longer care.
They were merciless,
leaving scars that will never fade.
They took everything I cherished,
the very things they knew were my foundation.
They belittled my emotions,
called me dramatic, told me I was overthinking.
But I knew better.
I knew I wasn’t the problem.
I knew how to protect myself,
how to shield my heart.
I should have walked away,
but I couldn’t.
They promised they cared,
vowed they’d never leave.
It took them a single night to take it all.

I wish I could forgive,
erase it all from my soul,
but I can’t.
The wounds are too deep,
the echoes of it still haunt me.
I just hope that, one day,
if I pass them on the street,
I’ll be able to walk by without a second thought,
as if they were mere strangers,
as if I’d awoken from a coma,
with no memory of them left.