He Broke Her

He broke her.

Not just once

but in so many ways,

she lost count.

And the hardest part?

She still chose him.

She stayed.

With a heart that bled quietly in the dark,

hands full of the pieces he left behind.

Believing, hoping

that love could heal

what pain had already wrecked.

She gave him chance after chance,

not because he earned them,

but because she kept believing

that maybe the man she loved

was still in there somewhere.

But he wasn’t lost.

He was just comfortable.

Comfortable knowing

she’d forgive him.

Comfortable watching her break,

knowing he was the reason

she couldn’t breathe right anymore.

He didn’t just hurt her,

he watched her fall apart.

Watched the light leave her eyes

and the fight drain from her voice.

And still…

he kept doing it.

Not because he didn’t know better,

but because he knew she wouldn’t leave.

That’s not love.

That’s manipulation.

That’s using someone’s loyalty

as a license to destroy them slowly.

Because real love?

Real love doesn’t watch you suffer

and stay silent.

It doesn’t keep cutting

just because it knows

you’ll come back bleeding with open arms.

She didn’t stay because she was weak.

She stayed because she loved too deeply

in a world that taught her

to set herself on fire

just to keep others warm.

But now?

Now she knows,

that love should never cost you

your soul.