Still yours.

I left you when the bruises spoke louder than your apologies, When love became a cage and I learned to fly. I thought I was free, But freedom tasted like saltwater and silence. Weeks later, I learned your truth: You loved me, but not in the way I wanted. Your heart was a garden I couldn't tend, A place where my roots never took hold. Still, I remember the way your smile lit up the room, The warmth of your touch before it turned cold. I remember the laughter we shared, The dreams we built, now scattered like ashes. I should hate you, But love doesn't work that way. It lingers in the corners of my mind, A ghost I can't exorcise. So here I am, Loving you from a distance, Wishing you the peace I couldn't give, And hoping someday, you'll find the love you deserve.