The Rug Pull

It was always me rehearsing apologies in the mirror,

Papering over bullet holes just to make us look clearer.

I won battles in a war I was losing by design,

Every medal on my chest was a scar I tried to shine.

You said, “Try harder,” like I wasn’t running on fumes,

I learned to live on leftovers just to stay in the room.

I bent every rule to fit the shape you drew,

Still somehow every flaw wore my name, not you.

I held my breath, you held your ground,

Called it love—but love shouldn’t feel like being shut down.

You took what I gave, then you cut the safety net,

Left me free-falling through all the things you never said.

I was hollow, I was haunted, now I’m calling it out—

You don’t get to own the way I heal now.

Rewrite the story, say I’m the reason it died,

My spirit wasn’t broken by you—

It learned how to survive.

[Verse 2] – faster cadence, clever bite

When I asked you to meet me halfway, you disappeared,

Like a punchline that bombed and the room went weird.

You pulled the plug, went silent—no echo, no trace,

Your absence hit harder than you staying in place.

I replayed the past like a crime scene at dawn,

Looking for effort where excuses were drawn.

Love can starve when only one heart bleeds,

And I mistook your comfort for meeting my needs.

[Pre-Chorus] – reflective turn

I called it patience, I called it proof,

But staying hurt isn’t the same as staying true.

You took what I gave, then you cut the safety net,

Left me free-falling through all the things you never said.

I was hollow, I was haunted, now I’m calling it out—

You don’t get to own the way I heal now.

Rewrite the story, say I’m the reason it died,

My spirit wasn’t broken by you—

It learned how to survive.

Maybe hope looks like clarity dressed up in pain,

Seeing red flags woven tight into your name.

You didn’t ruin me—you just showed the price

Of loving someone who left early every time it got real.

(Drop → heartbeat → massive lift)

You took what I gave, then you cut the safety net,

But I landed on my feet when you placed your bets.

I was hollow, I was broken—now I’m wide awake,

Turns out effort’s a choice you never chose to make.

Say what you want, I’m done buying the lie,

My spirit wasn’t broken by you—

It was sharpened by the fight.

So here’s to the years I spent trying to be enough—

Turns out I was.

You just never showed up.