Exhausted

I bent myself into understandinguntil I forgot what I needed.You called it “going with the flow.”I called it swallowing my fears.You said you cared.But caring without choosingis just comfort.I stood beside youwhile you explored freedom,strength, independenceand I respected it.But who respected me?I asked for reassuranceand felt guilty for it.I slowed downso I wouldn’t lose you.And somehowI still ended upsecond.I am exhaustedfrom being the emotionally responsible one.From loving carefully.From loving deeply.From loving alone.You didn’t break me.You just showed mewhat it feels liketo never be someone’s priority.And thathurts differently.