Sweet Poison: A Poem About Love, Doubt, and Letting Go

 I gave you truth

like open windows,

no curtains, no shadows,

just light spilling everywhere.

I thought love meant

two hearts without locks,

two souls unafraid

of being completely seen.

But you…

you speak in half-sentences,

hide pieces of yourself

like secrets buried under silence.

And I stand here wondering,

is it love if I have to guess?

is it trust if I have to doubt?

They say men hide,

fear, guilt, or things unnamed,

but what am I supposed to do

with the emptiness you leave behind?

I was never afraid of truth.

I was only afraid

of loving someone

who chooses not to give it.

Now I am split in two,

one half still holding your hand,

the other slowly letting go,

even while my heart refuses to listen.

You say nothing,

but your distance screams,

maybe you’ve already left,

just forgot to take your shadow with you.

And I…

I am stuck in this quiet war,

between staying for love

and leaving for self-respect.

Tell me,

is this my trap,

or yours?

Or just love,

wearing its sweetest poison?

Days taste like dust now,

nights echo your absence,

and even time feels tired

of carrying this ache.

I don’t want to lose you,

but I don’t want to lose myself more.

So I whisper into the silence,

into something bigger than me.

“God, if love is meant to heal,

why does it break me like this?

And if letting go is the answer…

why does my heart still stay?”

Maybe one day

I will choose myself

without trembling.

But today…

I am just a woman

learning how to breathe

inside a breaking heart.