He was an amazing man, kind eyes and gentle hands,
Who’d bring me laughter, quiet nights, and softly whispered plans.
But shadows lingered in his mind, unseen to passing eyes,
A fortress built of doubts and fears, beneath his calm disguise.

I’ve got my scars and fractures too—I’ve never claimed perfection—
But his were chains, invisible, that tightened our connection.
Rules wrapped round my spirit, lines drawn in shifting sand,
Until I wondered, with aching heart: Does he know who I am?

Almost four years we wove our lives, our memories entwined,
Yet somehow he could not see the woman at his side.
He dreamed of someone quieter, someone easier to hold,
Not this wild, bright, restless soul who can’t be shaped or sold.

My heart still breaks to think of him, his laugh, his sleepy grin,
I mourn the love we almost had, the way we could have been.
But freedom called me gently home to rediscover me—
To dance, to breathe, to sing my truth, unbound and finally free.

I hope he finds what he’s searching for, a peace he couldn’t find,
But deep inside I know the truth that echoes in my mind:
It wasn’t me he needed, and no matter how I’d try—
I couldn’t be the woman who would live inside his lie.

So here I stand, with tender grief and sunlight on my skin,
Healing, whole, and hopeful for the life I’m living in.
For all the pain, it was worth the cost, this freedom fierce and true—
A chance to love myself again—and live as someone new.