Dear You… part 1 (monologue)
Dear You,
Let me say this slow, so you can finally hear what you kept pretending you didn’t.
I was the working girl from the Bronx who carried too much on her back and still made room for you. I spoke in the kind of language that didn’t need poetry to be understood — real life, real stress, real needs. I wasn’t asking for the world. I was asking for support. For partnership. For a sign that you weren’t just standing beside me, but standing with me.
But you never read between the lines.
You never even tried.
Every hint I dropped? You stepped over it.
Every small warning? You brushed it off like dust from your shoulders.
And the whole time you kept wondering why I started going quiet… why my energy changed… why the light I used to hold for you got dimmer and dimmer.
You acted confused when I left without some dramatic, final conversation. But here’s the truth you never wanted to face:
That silence was the conversation.
My distance was the explanation.
And my last warning was simple — I needed you to show up for me.
You didn’t.
Now you want chance after chance.
Now you’re full of clarity and promises and hindsight.
But where was all this understanding when I was fighting battles you didn’t even ask about? Where was all this effort when I was sinking and still stretching myself thin to keep us afloat?
I wasn’t hard to love.
You were just too comfortable not loving me the way I needed.
So no… you don’t get an encore.
You don’t get another round.
You don’t get to return now that you miss the access you threw away.
This isn’t heartbreak speaking — this is closure.
Real closure.
Dear Ex,
I’m not angry.
I’m not bitter.
I’m just done carrying the weight of someone who never offered hands of their own.
I warned you what it would take to keep me.
You taught me what it would take to leave.
And I listened.
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