You say I taught you to fly,
But you never saw how I crawled just to try.
You held my hand, but not my soul,
Loved the pretty parts, ignored the whole.
I lied—yes, I did—but only to cope,
Told you to love me when I had no hope.
I was broken, worn, a house with no light,
Yet you kept knocking, night after night.
So I gave you pieces I didn't have,
Sewed your wounds while mine still bled.
But I was drowning in a smile I wore,
And love shouldn't feel like a losing war.
I left not to hurt you, but to breathe,
To find myself beneath the grief.
I wasn't strong, I wasn't kind,
I just needed to escape my mind.
But silence is cruel when guilt survives,
And your name kept echoing in my sleepless nights.
I came back not for games or grace,
But to look at the pain I helped you face.
I returned not as a savior or flame,
But as someone who finally knows her name.
Not to rekindle or rewrite time,
But to tell you the truth between each rhyme—
That I loved you, deeper than I could show,
But sometimes love just doesn't grow.
You wanted forever—I barely knew "now,"
But I came back to say: I'm sorry… somehow.