Misread Me
By Jay Catalyst
Yeah— once, long ago, you were mine.
But since then, I’ve built new bridges, found other friends, stitched new threads into my life.
Still… a few tangled strings kept us loosely bound.
I moved on. You didn’t.
I left because I was done— done with the lies, the cheating, the way you twisted truth until I doubted my own reflection.
You made me feel like it was all in my head. So many nights, I almost lost it. So many times, I almost wished I was gone.
Your control sat on a throne where love should’ve been.
But now— I’m alive again. I’m living for me.
And though you say you’re glad to see it, I see the strain behind your smile. Every kind gesture I offer, you treat like a breadcrumb trail back to us.
Santa Claus isn’t my name. My name is Catalyst, babe. And I haven’t changed.
I’m not coming back to the one who preferred to shatter me further instead of helping me rebuild with the pieces I’d already laid bare.
I’m kind by nature— that’s who I am. But don’t confuse compassion for invitation.
Every “good morning” isn’t a door reopening.
No. Emphatically— no.
I care. That’s my power. Even for those who never deserved it.
Even you.