You hurt me once, I won't pretend,
But I won't break, I won't descend.
I'll leave the words I used to say,
And quietly walk my own way.
No bitter speech, no need to fight,
I'll choose my peace, I'll choose my light.
You'll lose the place you had in me,
Not through revenge—but silently.
I won't explain what you refused to hear,
I won't keep feeding what brought me tears.
My time, my trust, my heart, my space—
You no longer have that place.
And while you wonder why I'm gone,
I'll keep becoming, moving on.
No need to hurt you, make you see—
My greatest revenge is being free
By: WIN VENTURA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem