Inevitable

not every connection is meant to last. some endings do not arrive loudly. they arrive calmly, with a knowing dat settles in the whispers before the sun rises. an ending is not failure. sometimes it is growth. sometimes it is clarity. sometimes it is recognising dat wad is meant for me does not need to be chased, negotiated, or held together by my effort alone. i am learning dat peace begins when i stop asking to be chosen and allow pple the freedom to step away if they decide to. just as truth. some connections teach. then loosen their grip. their leaving is not rejection. it is alignment revealing itself. wad once felt like holding on now feels like honouring myself. wad once felt unbearable now feels inevitable, and strangely gentle. wad once felt safe now feels like an empty room. i am left sitting in alone. life moves more freely when i stop trying to prove my worth and let wad cannot stay fall away on its own. letting things be. letting people choose. letting myself remain whole either way. life gets quieter when i stop holding space for pple who are already halfway gone. i no longer ask. i simply step back and let absence say wad words never could. until you realise the silence you feel now is the same one i learnt to live with while still standing beside you.

You never cared

why pretend to care, if care is only silence wearing a mask? i dun need half lit gestures, the safe replies dat never reach my skin. to someone, maybe care is quiet. a nod, a glance, a message too small to hold. but to me, care is presence. it’s choosing to show up, again and again, until the walls come down. I was capable of love so pure i felt scared. Tried to fill it with calm, with things dat made me feel alive again. The answers came finally. from different pple It did not make sense, now I see it for myself. for any kind of connection to work, pure love is not enuf. u need both to want to make it work. I release wad was never mine to hold. I honour what was shared, and return peace to where love once lived.