He emptied me
He is the one
I love, I crave, I need —
and I am the one
he no longer sees.
The life — we built it.
The kids — we have them.
The love — somewhere, it’s gone.
Day bleeds into night,
night back into day,
and I sit with the same questions:
Why me? Why her? Why us?
Truth tangled in lies,
love cracked by destruction.
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I play the comparison game,
even though I never chose it.
He taught me the rules
the first time I saw her.
He talks to other women
while I lie awake, counting sheep.
I loved him.
I love him.
I hurt myself with that truth,
the way I always do.
I try to fix everyone,
to mend every broken thing,
but I keep asking —
when will I fix me?
He emptied me.
I gave him everything.
He learned how to thrive
while I learned how hell feels.
I don’t know why women stay.
Is it love?
Is it fear?
I just know this —
I miss who I thought you were.
