Written by: Admin_SheEvo
But love, I am so tired.
The betrayal sits inside me
like an elephant on my chest.
Every fight drags it deeper
not just the infidelity, the lies,
But the why.
Why her? Why them?
Was it my body? My brokenness?
Was I not enough, or was she the dream
You couldn’t resist?
I see her face sometimes,
A ghost in my mirror.
She’s beautiful.
And I am here,
stitching my worth back together
with hands that keep shaking.
I forgave you.
But forgiveness isn’t forgetting.
It’s learning to breathe
around the knife still lodged in my ribs.
Some days, I wield it against you…
hurl accusations like stones,
Watch you crumble.
Then guilt swallows me whole.
I hate who I’ve become:
a woman who measures your pain
to see if it matches mine.
That isn’t love.
That’s a war neither of us wins.
But I don’t want war.
I want us.
The way we were.
The way we could be.
I want to believe
In the man who held me through storms,
Who called me his future
long before rings made it official.
I want to trust
that the vows we whispered in the dark
are stronger than the wounds.
Because despite it all,
I still choose you.
Every morning,
every battle,
every stumble towards grace.
So here’s my truth, love:
I am broken.
But I am yours.
And if you’ll still have me…
If you’ll fight beside me
to rebuild what the desert storms
tried to steal…
Then take my hand.
Not as penance,
not as surrender,
But as a promise:
We are one.
Even when it hurts.
Even when we forget how
Seven years have passed.
Then ten.
Let the next seventy be softer.
Let them be ours.
Yours, always
Anonymous
