I didn’t say I stopped loving you.
I just stopped waiting at the window.
Stopped refilling the kettle for two.
Let the silence steep longer than the tea.
I didn’t say I was lonely.
Just told the walls my stories instead.
Learned the shape of your disinterest
by how fast your eyes glazed when I spoke.
I didn’t beg for softness.
But I noticed its absence.
Felt how the warmth left the room
when your voice filled it.
I didn’t say I needed more.
You were always so proud
that I never complained.
I didn’t say it’s over.
Just turned the light out
before you came to bed.
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No One’s Daughter
Writer. Survivor. Chronic illness overachiever. I write soft things with sharp edges—trauma, tech, recovery, and resilience with a side of dark humour.
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