I kept your promises folded like letters in my chest,
Read them every night just to quiet the unrest.
You said you’d come back when the storms finally passed,
But seasons kept changing and you never came back.
I built my whole world around the hope you’d return,
But hope is a cruel thing — it only teaches you to burn.
I waited till my heart went numb,
Till the truth cut through my lungs.
You were never gonna stay,
I was just holding on too long.
Now I’m standing in the wreckage
Of the love I thought we had —
And the hurtful truth is simple:
I waited, and ended up with nothing.
I kept defending your silence like it meant something real,
Pretending your absence was a wound time could heal.
But lies feel softer when they come from someone you love,
And I kept choosing pain just to feel close enough.
I’m done rewriting endings that were never meant for me.
I’m done begging for a future you refused to see.
If love was supposed to save me, why did it let me drown?
Why did waiting feel like dying every time you let me down?
I waited till my heart went numb,
Till the truth cut through my lungs.
You were never gonna stay,
I was just holding on too long.
Now I’m learning how to breathe again
Without your ghost beside me —
Because the hurtful truth is final:
You were never mine to keep.
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