I Loved a Man Who Couldn’t See Me

I loved a man who couldn’t stay,
Not in a room, nor through a day.
One week I was his saving grace,
The next, a stranger’s empty face.

He loved me loud, then pulled away,
Swore forever — gone by May.
I held his hurt, I soothed his flame,
But every kiss brought silent shame.

I read the books, I learned the signs,
Bent my own heart a thousand times.
I watched him rise, I watched him fall,
I was the net that saved the ball.

He craved for help, then fled the light,
I begged for peace, he picked a fight.
One minute soft, the next unkind,
A man in pieces, lost in mind.

But I was steady, I was true.
I broke myself to carry you.
And you
You simply let me, through and through.

So now I sit with all I gave,
The loyal love, the soul I saved.
You’ll call me harsh, or say I fled
But I was drowning in my head.

No more a trail of breadcrumbs,
The lines drawn in the sand.
My head and heart still feel numb,
And no one understands.

No more carrying burdens,
They’ve all been set aside.
I loved you with my everything,
But you preferred your pride.

This poem is a creative expression based on personal experience. It does not refer to any specific individual by name, and any resemblance is purely coincidental.