I didn’t mean to hurt myself this way, Didn’t plan to pour 'til I ran dry. But love— it always asked for more, and I always said yes. I gave like oceans to a cup, never noticing I was drowning in my own giving. No lines, no limits, just hope dressed as sacrifice. I loved too much, too hard, too deep— until all that was left of me was silence and shaking hands. Now there’s nothing left to offer, no pieces left to give. I didn’t mean to vanish like this— But maybe that’s what happens when you call it love and forget to keep some for yourself.