Haunted by Your Shadow

The man who was meant to love me the most, Hurt me the deepest—how cruelly ironic, isn’t it? Was it because I mirrored your face, Or because I echoed the innocence stolen from you? Perhaps it was the bitterness that brewed, From lies you swallowed, justifying the bottle, But why did you steal from me the chance, To believe that love could be more than pain? Was it too much to envision, A world where I felt the affection you never knew? Whatever the reason, I release you, Because I refuse to carry this anchor any longer, I tried to be your lifeline, but learned, Some souls aren’t meant to be saved, That’s when I realized, the fault wasn’t mine; It was always yours, But still, I don’t carry the blame, Not for myself, not for you, I choose to embrace you, shattered pieces and all, Hoping someday, we can mend what’s broken, And perhaps, in that healing, We’ll finally find peace.