Can’t handle the weight or the truth of words?
Then don’t touch them.
I tell you something you said hurt, and already I know how the answer will sound.
Of course you say ,,it’s not all about you”, softly, like a rule I should have learned by now.
But I won’t.
So I nod. I swallow the rest of the sentence. I make my feelings smaller until they fit the space you’re willing to give.
I wasn’t asking for much— just a pause, just a moment where my honesty didn’t feel like a burden or like something I did wrong.
But true apologies never come, only explanations, only the reminder that caring too openly is something I do wrong, that being hurt is not as valid.
So I stop reaching. Not angrily. Not to punish you. Just tired.
Somewhere along the way I learn this: being understood by you isn’t something I can earn by being gentler, or quieter, or less myself.
And that’s when I let it rest— not because it didn’t matter, but because I finally see that it mattered only to me.
I’m leaving this behind without weight or return.
-Anon
P.S.
You can mock this, laugh at it, call me dramatic, or stripping me of my feelings and thinking I have an ego problem or even call me crazy if you want, but you never knew me anyway, might be mutual. I won’t let you invalidate me about how I express or love ever again. — my leaving doesn’t require your understanding.
@juno-swiftie I love you and you know that ♥️
