I stopped fighting for you.
I quit chasing you around,
trying to get you to just see me.
I quit attempting to create beauty out of
the ashes of your broken promises,
and the smoke of empty commitments.
I took a step back, finally saw the whole picture,
and you had the audacity to ask me,
“Why did you give up on us?”
It’s not that I gave up on us.
But I couldn’t keep fighting with you
to just fucking love me like I deserved.
I put my love for you inside a locked box,
threw away the heavy brass key,
and decided to love myself instead.
I won’t apologize for that.
Fire & Female 