there was a time
when your face was a place i could rest,
when your words felt like shelter,
when i thought you carried the kind of honesty
that wouldn’t break in my hands.
but i was wrong.
“i was fed up with the promises,”
the ones that dissolved the moment i reached for them.
tired of the weight of your words,
how they sounded so full, so certain—
yet left me empty every time.
i let you carve your name into my trust,
and you did,
over and over,
until there was nothing left
but echoes of the lies
i let myself believe.
now, when i look at you,
i don’t see what i used to.
i don’t see warmth,
i don’t see refuge,
i don’t see the person i once believed in.
i just see a stranger
wearing the face
of someone i used to love.