now, the warmth i used to feel has turned cold. and slowly, that love turned into something else. it turned into anger. but not the kind of anger that wants to destroy. not the loud kind that screams and blames. this anger comes from pain, not from hate. the kind of anger that shows up when you've been hurt too many times and you don't know what else to feel. it's the kind that builds up after you've tried and tried, only to be met with betrayal and indifference.
but no matter how things turned out, i know the love i gave was real. and maybe one day, ill find that love again. without all the fear. without the doubt. without the weight of being let down. but for now, all i feel is this anger. and i know this anger didn't come from nowhere. it grew out of the love i gave so fully and so freely. after all, this anger was once love.


all this anger that i carry now used to be love. every bit of it, every part of this feeling that now feels heavy. it started as something soft. something gentle, i used to have so much love in me. i trusted people with my vulnerable parts. i let them see sides of me i had never shown anyone before, because i believed in them. but they didn't see the love for what it was. instead, they took it for granted. they took advantage of it. they betrayed me, disrespected me, and let me down so many times. and every time i got hurt, something inside me changed.