Demons

I’ve never truly known what it means to be in a relationship.

And the one time I thought I had one—it unraveled into a lie.

He wasn’t there for love. He was there because I was easy to bend, easy to manipulate.

I don't know how to build something real. I don't even know what I'm doing wrong.

What I do know is that I’ve let go so many times. And still, somehow, I kept hoping.

But then there comes a quiet moment—a stillness—when you suddenly understand:

this time, you’ve let go for real.