"I wish the best for you and
You think I ignore you too, but
Really I'm tryna live my own life
And be present more, and so should you
It's alright to."
I had someone I loved very much become my bully. They strung me along and played me. They spread rumors, making others doubt and hate me too. Yet still, I always loved them. I will never wish bad on them. I am grateful for what good we did have together, but do not owe it to the good times to let the toxicity claim my life. Self-compassion must put a stop to meaningless self-sacrifice. I have moved on, making room for something greater.