To Lose You, To Find Me

To the one reading this—
Sometimes love asks for more than it gives, and in the process, we forget that we were never meant to lose ourselves to be loved. This poem is for every soul who had to let go of someone just to come home to themselves. May you find clarity in the ache, and strength in your becoming.

I loved you in a way
that cost me pieces of myself—
small, silent sacrifices
you never asked for
but never turned away.

I made a home for you
in a heart I was still learning to live in.
I handed over my softness
like it was disposable,
thinking if I loved you enough,
you’d finally learn to stay.

But I was vanishing—
not all at once,
just slowly enough
that even I didn’t notice
until I could no longer
hear my own voice
beneath the echo of yours.

I called it love,
but it was surrender.
Not the kind that brings peace,
but the kind that leaves you empty—
arms full of someone
and yet starved for yourself.

So I let go,
not because I stopped loving you,
but because I couldn’t keep
abandoning me.

And yes,
it broke something in me—
the part that still believed
you could be my safe place,
my soft landing.
But I realized…
I was never meant to find refuge in you.
I was meant to be it—
for myself.

I lost you,
and in the silence that followed,
I found the pieces
I thought were gone forever.
And with trembling hands,
I began the sacred work
of becoming whole.

Because the truth is,
real love—
the kind that heals—
starts within.

And now—
I rise.
No longer begging to be chosen.
No longer breaking to belong.
I am no one’s half.
I am the whole damn thing.

If your heart is heavy, know this:
Choosing yourself is not a betrayal—it’s a reclamation. You are not lost. You are returning. Keep rising, keep healing, and never again dim your light to be held by hands that tremble at your fire.

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