08/30/2025
SHE IS TOXIC...
That’s what you’re saying now, isn’t it?
That’s the story you’re telling—because it’s easier than facing the truth.
Easier than admitting the damage you caused.
But let’s rewind.
Was she toxic when she handed you her heart with trembling hands, full of trust and hope?
Was she toxic when she kept believing your words, even as your actions left her questioning everything?
Was she toxic when she forgave what shattered her, when she kept choosing you through every disappointment?
Or did she become “toxic” after you broke her?
After your lies wore down her light.
After the nights she cried herself to sleep, confused and aching.
After your silence,
your gaslighting,
your betrayal.
After the messages from other
women and the promises you never kept.
After she stopped recognizing the person she became while trying to survive what you put her through.
No.
She wasn’t toxic—she was tired.
Tired of explaining herself.
Tired of waiting for change.
Tired of loving someone who made her feel like too much and never enough at the same time.
You don’t get to ruin a woman and
then call her crazy for the pieces.
You don’t get to hurt her and label her
bitter for reacting.
You don’t get to betray her and act like the victim when she finally walks away.
She didn’t start broken.
You made her question everything
beautiful she once believed.
Her coldness is not cruelty.
Her silence is not spite.
Her distance is not drama.
It’s grief.
It’s trauma.
It’s the result of loving someone
who never truly protected her heart.
And that?
That has your name written all over it.
