the the sorrow of a real man
He didn’t start out cold.
He didn’t start out distant.
He was the kind of man who showed up —
every time.
He gave her soft.
He gave her consistency.
He gave her access to the version of him he never gave anyone else.
And she played with it.
Took him for granted.
Tested him.
And then blamed him for being tired.
Now she wants answers.
Now she wants softness again.
But the man she used to cry to…
is the man she cries about now.
And she created him.


































































