that shit is sad, you where my everything.

 Hey there, Stranger

to the boy who aches in silence,

but only when no one’s looking—

i hope you know what you lost.

i hope it haunts you,

in the back of your throat when you’re laughing too loud,

in the fake love you chase at parties,

in the arms of people you’ll never actually love.

i hope you feel it when you roll over in beds that still feel cold,

even when they’re full.

i watched you.

god, i watched you.

i watched you let the world hand you a script

where love was easy, obvious, expected—

and you swallowed it like it was your birthright.

while i sat in the back row,

rewriting mine in invisible ink,

teaching myself how to survive on scraps.

you got fairy tales handed to you.

i got warnings.

you got parades.

i got closets.

you got to love out loud.

i got told to shrink, to hide, to survive.

and maybe you didn’t notice.

maybe you were too busy being adored

to see the way i cracked open my own ribs,

the way i stitched my heart into a language

you were never brave enough to even try to understand.

you had hands that could’ve reached for me.

you had chances,

open doors,

a thousand moments where you could’ve chosen me.

but you didn’t.

you chose easy.

you chose fear.

you chose everyone else’s approval over real goddamn love.

and here’s the thing:

i deserved better.

i deserved slow dances in the kitchen at midnight, like we used to do. 

i deserved forehead kisses that whispered “you’re safe.”, like you used to do.

i deserved to be chosen, like you did.

but loudly, shamelessly, without hesitation.

not the way you did. 

i deserved someone who didn’t flinch,

who didn’t run,

who didn’t love me in secret and shame.

i was not your backup plan.

not your drunken mistake.

not your what-if.

not your almost.

not your secret.

i was the whole damn thing.

and you were too much of a coward to hold it.

you could’ve had love that stayed.

you could’ve had the kind of love that doesn’t fucking flinch.

but you chose a lie you could explain

over a truth you couldn’t control.

and now?

i’m the one who gets to walk away,

soft but savage,

heart still intact,

story still writing itself in gold ink without you.

you’re just another song i don’t even want to finish.

another could’ve-been that i’m glad wasn’t.

another boy who wasn’t brave enough to deserve me.

so when you lie awake at night,

aching in silence,

wondering why the bed feels cold,

why the love feels thin—

know this:

you could’ve had me.

you could’ve had the real thing.

but you didn’t choose it.

you didn’t choose me.

and now you get to sit with that.

forever.

with all the love you’ll never touch again,

me.