I don’t hate you.

You were the storm

that washed away the weak version of me.

See, I gave you love with no limits,

time with no return,

and patience I couldn’t afford to burn.

You said, “One day it’ll be us,”

but “one day” never came.

And every time I asked for truth,

you made me feel like I was the pain.

So I learned to talk softer,

to need less,

to play peacekeeper in my own stress.

I dimmed my light

just to keep your shadow close.

But tell me what’s love

if I gotta lose myself to feel it most?

Then you chose somebody else.

And yeah, that shattered me.

But every broken piece

found its way back stronger.

That heartbreak built the woman

I was meant to be.

Now I love louder.

Walk taller.

Move with peace that don’t borrow or beg.

You were the test

that taught me my worth.

The storm that cleared my sky.

So no, I don’t hate you.

You were just the rain

that helped me rise.