Until I Felt Nothing at all
“Until I Felt Nothing at All”
I fell in love until I felt nothing at all.
Poured everything I had into empty hands
that only reached for me when it was convenient.
You made new friends,
and somewhere between your laughter and their stories,
you forgot the sound of my voice.
You ghosted me for your peace,
yet still kept me within reach —
close enough to claim,
but never close enough to care.
You stopped speaking to me,
but never stopped expecting me to stay.
You text your friends, your family,
but when it comes to me, you’re always tired.
You say you don’t want me to see you as cruel,
but you’ve already faded into someone I can’t recognize.
You want my patience, my love, my forgiveness —
but not me.
And I…
I was loving someone who never really wanted me at all.
When I love, I love with purpose.
When I date, I do it with intent.
I have standards. I have boundaries.
And they should matter, too.
Somewhere between your silence and my hope,
I lost the woman I was —
and I’m terrified she won’t return.
Ghosting your partner for your peace
isn’t healing — it’s cruelty dressed as self-care.
Weeks go by,
and then suddenly,
you need me again.
A flicker of attention, a borrowed moment —
then gone, just as quickly.
But I’m tired of being the almost,
the convenience, the afterthought.
I’m tired of mistaking your silence for peace.
I’m ready to let go.
To gather the ashes of what I was
and spark something new.
I miss her —
the carefree, confident, unshakably kind woman I used to be.
And maybe she’s still in here somewhere,
waiting for me to finally choose myself.
I fell in love until I felt nothing at all…
but now, from that nothing,
I will rise again. -Myself.


























































































