Sorry for mistaking attachment for love.
That would be too simple.
It ended quietly…
With something I called peace.
You were good
nice, smart, reliable,
everything that looks perfect
when you’re tired of chaos.
And then things changed.
Not loudly.
Not violently.
Just… shifted.
I called it off because I thought
I was choosing myself.
Because I thought peace meant walking away
before the noise started.
You can think whatever you want
about where it went wrong.
People always do.
They say “what do you know about life?”
as if pain checks for age before it enters.
I’m sorry.
I really am.
But dragging someone I held that close to my heart
into a decision I made out of fear
that broke something in me.
Nothing had happened before.
Nothing was broken.
Until after.
And now everything is.
So yes , I care.
But I also hate you
for what this shattered.
For the version of me
that trusted peace without asking
what it would cost.
Poetry by Ogundu Christabel oluebube (Chrisie)
Written on 2026-01-28 at 16:54
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I WON'T FORGET NOR FORGIVE THE LATTER ACTION
I won’t say it ended badly.That would be too simple.
It ended quietly…
With something I called peace.
You were good
nice, smart, reliable,
everything that looks perfect
when you’re tired of chaos.
And then things changed.
Not loudly.
Not violently.
Just… shifted.
I called it off because I thought
I was choosing myself.
Because I thought peace meant walking away
before the noise started.
You can think whatever you want
about where it went wrong.
People always do.
They say “what do you know about life?”
as if pain checks for age before it enters.
I’m sorry.
I really am.
But dragging someone I held that close to my heart
into a decision I made out of fear
that broke something in me.
Nothing had happened before.
Nothing was broken.
Until after.
And now everything is.
So yes , I care.
But I also hate you
for what this shattered.
For the version of me
that trusted peace without asking
what it would cost.
Poetry by Ogundu Christabel oluebube (Chrisie)
Written on 2026-01-28 at 16:54
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