As It Comes….I Will Remain … Schanntel

Yellow chair typing—thoughts pouring endlessly through these tainted emotions.
Confused.
Hurt.
Unknowing.
Just… broken.

You told me how to love you.
And I did.
You told me to wait for you.
And I did.
You told me you loved me.
I believed you.
You told me I wasn’t shit.
I believed that too.
You called me a whore.
And still—I believed it.
You filled me with so many lies I treated like truth.
So now I sit in this yellow chair, rage in every keystroke, pain in every pause.
Typing a hurt you refused to see.
You told me you needed me.
I believed you.
How could I not?
I loved you.

You could do no wrong in my eyes.
I tried to right those wrongs for you.
Tried to show you the woman I am.
The love I poured into you—
I just wanted you to feel it.
To understand that I am love.

But you hurt me.
Over and over again.
And still—I believed you when you said I do.
But now all I see… is pain behind windows.

Windows of what could’ve been.
What should’ve been.
But never was.