i begged for love in empty rooms,

chased shadows that slipped through my hands,

wore patience like a heavy cloak,

and hoped for a heart that never changed.

i stood at the edge of promises,

counting cracks in fragile words,

held on tight when it hurt too much,

believing maybe this time it’s different.

but some storms don’t calm with waiting,

and some wounds won’t heal with tears,

giving up isn’t always losing-

sometimes it’s saving yourself from years.

i’m tired of fighting for pieces

of love that was never mine,

so i’ll close the doors with quiet grace,

and finally choose to be kind.

to the girl who cared too much,

and the heart that’s worn and bruised-

giving up is saying “enough”

to the pain i did not choose.