Irreversible Poem by Dhamyth India

I did not break once.
I wore away.
Layer by layer,
promise by promise,
until even hope
forgot my shape.
I don't cry anymore—
tears require belief
that something can still be saved.
What's broken in me
is not the heart,
but the place where repair begins.
I learned how to stay
even when leaving would have hurt less,
how to love people
who were already gone.
Now when someone offers light,
I flinch—
not because I don't want it,
but because I know
what it costs.
I function.
I smile.
I live.
But some wounds don't heal.
They reorganize you.
And I am no longer
who I was before love
taught me
how permanent damage feels.

~Dhamyth