6 weeks of bleeding out to be close to someone.

Fuck her for not choosing the one who showed up.

Fuck her for shitting on me when all I ever did to friends and family was defend her, I was told to move on and I said no I fucking love this girl. It’s going to work out

Fuck her for not seeing how hard I worked to become the man she once saw.

Well guess what I became that man.

For me.

And now for someone else to see, appreciate, and love.

The one who stood in front of her heart in hand, raw and real.

Fuck her for making me feel like I wasn’t enough, when I gave everything.

She had someone who believed in her, built a future around her, carried her heart like it was gold and she walked away.

That’s not a reflection of my worth.

That’s a reflection of her fear, her confusion, her inability to meet someone at that depth.

Fuck her for the way she made me question my value.

For every time I held the pieces while she turned away.

For not choosing me when I would’ve gone to war for her, moved mountains for her.

For never giving me the safety or reassurance I deserved,

even while I was bleeding out emotionally trying to be everything she needed.

I stood by her even when it hurt.

Even when it cracked me open.

That’s not weakness.

That’s loyalty.

That’s love.

That’s strength.

And she didn’t just fail to meet me there she let me drown in it.

So yeah…

Fuck her for that.

Because this?

This is a sign that my soul is done being stepped on.

It means I’m waking up to what I actually deserve.

I’m not worthless.

I was never too much.

Every day, it felt like she was holding the sword and I was the one dragging it through my chest just to be close to her.

Not anymore.

I’m here.

I’m alive.

Let’s fucking go.

Let this anger be the line in the sand.

No more chasing.

No more begging.

I am not someone to be chosen as an afterthought.

I am the fucking prize.

Fuck. Her.