✴︎ men be like “i love you” 💀
yo—
in one second,
that shit hits you
not like a fucking punch
to the goddamn skull
more like that
slow realization
they never fucking loved you.
none of them.
they liked the ego boost.
the sex.
the fucking survival package.
the unpaid emotional labor.
the therapist that sat on their goddamn lap.
💔
nah,
you didn’t love me.
you just liked having
someone prettier than you
sit quietly while you
talked about your-fucking-self.
you didn’t love me.
you just liked knowing someone
would still text you the fuck back
after you disappeared
for 3–5 fucking business days
and came back
with a weak ass
"sorry i’ve just been in my head."
you didn’t love me.
you just liked not having to do dishes
in the fucking condo i paid for.
you didn’t love me.
you loved saying
“i'm just really not good at emotions”
while i carried the weight
of your entire fucking nervous system.
you didn’t love me.
you loved being forgiven.
i was never your soulmate.
i was your fucking hospice nurse
for the dying parts of you
that you refused to fucking fix.
because sweetheart?
not one of them
has ever truly given
a single, whole, fuck
about you.
sure.
they loved the fucking mirror you were
when they looked into your eyes
and saw someone who
still fucking believed in them.
they loved what you did for them
but not who you are.
nothing ugly or complex.
they loved your body
like a fucking piece of trash—
they could throw away
when they were finished.
and when that shit broke down?
yeah, babe—
they fucking left you
on the side
of the fucking road
and called it goddamn closure.
none of them
brought water
when you were in fucking flames,
none of them watched your kid
while you studied for fucking finals—
none of them showed up
unless your downfall fucking profited them.
they sent flowers—
after inflicting the fucking wounds.
they loved the idea of you.
but not your wars.
your rage.
your fucking truth.
your shitty backstory.
and still—
you fucking loved them.
fed them.
goddamn defended them.
fucked them.
believed them.
and they
let you
burn alive.
💔
the fucking conclusion?
you were never the love of their life.
you were
collateral
fucking
damage.
and babe?
they’ll miss you
only when
they’re fucking nauseous
and need help
remembering where
the fuck
their goddamn
souls went.
💀👻💨🪦
