I didn’t slam the door.
I just stopped holding it open.
No final scream,
no grand goodbye
just silence,
and the sound of me
finally breathing.

She gave me life,
but never warmth.
Love,
but only on her terms.
And I bent to keep the peace
until I broke.
I used to feel guilty
for pulling away.
Now I feel free
for not going back.
This isn’t hate.
It’s not revenge.
It’s peace,
in the shape of distance.
I don’t need her to understand.
I just need her absence
more than I needed her approval.


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