Breaking the Habit
— of loving you when I shouldn’t have
you weren’t love — you were adrenaline. the rush, the risk, the wreck.
every fight was fire. every kiss, a bandage over bruises you gave me. and I kept calling it passion like that made it hurt less.
you didn’t hold me — you held control. you didn’t love me — you fed on the way I loved you.
but I’m done breaking myself just to fit inside your chaos.
I want peace now. not silence after screaming, not cold apologies in warm sheets — real peace.
so this is me — not running back. not picking up the phone. not falling for the same damn trick you always pull with your smile.
this is me, finally breaking the habit.














