Vanna

I Didn’t Cry for You

I Didn’t Cry for You

I wasn’t crying over you. I was crying because I realized I lost her—

the girl with the wild imagination, the one who chased sunsets like they were secret messages from the sky.

The girl who lived outside all summer, skin kissed by sun, laugh echoing in the wind.

The girl who swam like water was home, who knew her worth without anyone else needing to agree.

I lost her— because I let you in.

And no, you don’t deserve tears for that. You don’t deserve anything from the pieces you shattered.

I wasn’t crying for you. I was crying for the girl I used to be.