Joey,
I loved you in a way I didn't know I could.
Deeper than words, .
I waited for you—not just in days, but in moments my soul stood still, hoping you'd show up.
I saw something in you I thought was rare—
maybe I saw potential, maybe I saw a reflection of myself.
Maybe I saw the man you could've been if fear hadn't held your heart hostage.
But you didn't stay.
And more than that—you didn't fight.
You let me ache. You let me wonder.
And you never reached back.
So here it is:
I will not keep living in a space you vacated.
I will not hold my breath for someone who already decided I wasn't worth the air.
I forgive you—not because you deserve it,
but because I deserve peace.
I release you.
From every almost.
From every silence I turned into hope.
From every version of you I built in my heart just to feel less alone.
I loved you. I still might.
But I love me more now.
And this is where I stop bleeding for someone who never even said goodbye.
So here's mine.
Goodbye, Joey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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