No matter how someone else can affect you, the truth is you are also reacting to your own wounds. Even when they are the problem, it doesn’t absolve you. You are not a martyr. But you are love.

This is not a breakup story or a revenge poem. This is me reclaiming my voice in a connection that tried to drown it. This is a love letter from hell.

The narratives surrounding seeking relationships and love can be stigmatizing for single people who are still looking. I might not need a man, but I really really want one.