it wasn't love.
just 17 months of manipulation.
i had to walk away
to save myself.
i'm sorry for all i did
and all i didn't do.
every word that came out
of our mouths had consequences.
our silence had consequences too.
i killed his flowers
because i didn't like the colour
they bloomed.
he killed mine
because they became
too tall for him.
but maybe,
just like the petals,
i will learn how to let go.