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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I did not leave like a storm. I left like sediment— quiet, heavy, having learned the language of sinking. You called it love, but I was always the chalk outline beneath your ego’s bootprint, the echo that apologised for being stepped on. You didn’t raise your voice— you lowered the ceiling. I lived crouched in rooms where sunlight had to ask permission, where even the mirrors learned not to make eye contact. Your cruelty was curated— elegant, invisible, the way a spider smiles before building its next cathedral. You broke things without ever touching them: my laugh, my sleep, my ability to trust a closed door. Still, I stitched silence into something that resembled survival. Wore my hope like a housecoat tattered but buttoned because I had guests— mostly shame, mostly ghosts, all of them polite and overstaying. You told me I was too much. Too sensitive. Too loud. Too quiet. Too “imaginary.” I kept shrinking until I fit inside the parentheses of your approval. But there came a day when the doorknob was no longer a sermon, when I folded the last apology into an origami bird and let it fly through a window you forgot to lock. I did not leave to punish you. I left to remember what my own name sounds like when it isn't trembling. Now, I drink tea with both hands. I sleep with the lights off. I laugh like I’ve never had to earn it. I collect metaphors like postcards from the country I built with no king, no cage, just sky. You were the war. But I— I am what crawled out of it, mud-streaked, miracle-mouthed, and absolutely untamed.
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