Scattered Words , Shattered Souls Loving the wrong person

ᏕᏂᎥᎩᏗ'Ꮥ ᎮᎧᏉ

Love blinds us, doesn’t it? It makes us see only what we want to see, believe in things that were never truly there. We paint over red flags with shades of hope, convincing ourselves that love is enough to fix what was never meant to be. But what if the problem was never love? What if the problem was who we gave it to?

𝓐 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

I loved a ghost, a fleeting dream, ‎A spark that burned but held no gleam. ‎I poured my soul into empty hands, ‎Chased a love built on shifting sands.

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎I mistook silence for quiet care, ‎Mistook your presence for being there. ‎But love should never feel like a game, ‎Like chasing echoes that whisper my name.

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

I remember how I convinced myself you were the one. I built a world around the idea of us, ignored the cracks, pretended the love you gave was enough. But deep down, I knew. Love isn’t meant to feel like begging. It isn’t meant to feel like waiting for something that will never come. I thought I loved you, but maybe I only loved the version of you I created in my mind.

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

Maybe love should never feel like a war, ‎A battle fought behind a closed door. ‎Maybe love should never bring me pain, ‎Nor leave me standing in the rain.

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

I gave my love like a burning flame, ‎But you stood there, untouched, unchanged. ‎And maybe, just maybe, the fault was mine— ‎Not for loving, but for thinking you were worth the time.

𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

A love that cages is not love at all, ‎A heart that begs is destined to fall. ‎I held on tight, afraid to see, ‎That love should never imprison me.

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

So I let go, I set myself free, ‎No longer a captive of who we used to be. ‎Love should be light, love should be kind, ‎Not a weight that burdens the mind.

Loving the wrong person isn’t the real tragedy. The real tragedy is losing yourself in the process. Love is supposed to lift, to heal, to nourish. But if it leaves you empty, doubting your worth, questioning your place—then it was never love to begin with. Maybe I loved the wrong person, but that doesn’t mean I will stop believing in love. It only means next time, I will choose more carefully.

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓷, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 , 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 , 𝔀𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 ‎