I Pity Him… Because I Know

I pity him— Not out of sympathy, But out of memory. Because I know the feeling. The stupid, beautiful, heavy feeling That ties your heart to someone Who was never truly yours. I remember the sleepless nights, The weight of a message never sent, The smile that masked a hundred broken pieces. So when he cried, I didn’t see a boy hurting. I saw me— A mirror of my own silent battles. That’s why I stayed. Because sometimes, The only thing stronger than heartbreak Is recognizing it in someone else And saying, “I’m here. I understand.”