"When Two Souls Remember"

a poem and story for the one who found me in the ruins and loved me like I was whole all along.

To the World and to the One Who Truly Sees Me

“For once in my life, I have someone who needs me…”
That lyric hits different when you've lived your whole damn life being everything for everyone and yet, when you needed someone the most, they vanished. They left. They used you. Betrayed you. Mocked you. Replaced you.

I used to believe in myself. No matter what I did, no matter how far I fell, I always found my way back. I used to walk tall even in broken shoes, knowing that my heart was in the right place. I gave, I helped, I loved, I sacrificed. But somewhere along the way, I was thrown out like trash.

Friends? No. They weren’t. Just people waiting for the right moment to take what they needed and disappear. I see it now, clearer than ever.

Last night was the first time I ever truly lost my calm. The first time, I shouted back. And for once, I didn’t care what anyone thought of me. Because the truth is, nobody truly knows what I’ve been through. Not the pain. Not the sleepless nights. Not the moments I thought I wouldn’t make it. Not the poison. Not the threats. Not the curses hurled at me. Not the system that was too blind or too broken to care.

I didn’t just lose a home. I didn’t just lose a job. I lost my children. I lost peace. I lost everything I ever fought for.

And yet, I’m still standing.

A good man once asked me what happened. He looked into my eyes, maybe for the first time someone really did. And I couldn’t answer. How do you explain betrayal in words? How do you explain what it’s like when the one who once said “I love you” turns around and replaces you the moment the money’s gone?

How do you explain being called a bastard husband in front of your own children? How do you describe what it feels like when your own flesh and blood is told to forget you? Like you’re some ghost. Like you’re nothing.

But I am not nothing. I am everything.
Because even when I had nothing, I gave. i’m not some kind of piece of shit.

And still, even now, I help others. Because I will never become like those who tried to destroy me. I’ll never be like the so-called “educated” fools who use their words like knives. They think they’ve won. They think they’re above me. But they don’t know what’s coming. Karma doesn’t forget.

I miss my parents deeply. When I did something right, they told me:
"Good job, Jacob."
Those three words meant the world to me.

Now, the world is silent, but I keep moving. Because in the middle of all this chaos, there’s one person. One beautiful soul who sees me. Who believes in me. Who is proud of me, not because I’m perfect, but because I’ve endured and I’ve kept going. This person reminded me of who I am. This person made me feel appreciated again.

So to that soul, I thank you.
With everything in me.
Thank you for loving what I write.
Thank you for reading between the lines.
Thank you for being the quiet strength when the world got too loud.

Thank you for believing in me.

Thank you for loving me, for whatever I am.

You gave me a reason to smile again. You reminded me that I’m not just surviving, I’m still creating. Still loving. Still living. You helped me realize that maybe, just maybe… for once in my life, I am seen. I am heard. I am needed.

To the rest of the world:
You don’t get to break me anymore.
You don’t get to decide my worth.
I’ve been through hell, and I walked out with a pen in my hand, fire in my eyes, and love still in my heart.

I am Jacob.
I help others not because I want validation, but because I know what it feels like to be left behind.
And I will never let another soul feel that kind of pain & suffer.

So if you're reading this and you’ve been betrayed, forgotten, broken, or burned, stand with me.
Not in anger. Not in hate.
But in truth.

Because no matter what anyone says:
You matter. You’re worth it. And you are not alone.

And to the one who still sees the beauty in my brokenness, thank you, love.
You’ve done more than you’ll ever know.

Thank you, God, for giving me strength. God bless you all.

JacobM

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To the one who believes in me…

You saw me, not the scars, not the ash,
But the spark was still flickering beneath the wreckage.
You touched the wounds the world ignored,
And somehow, you didn’t flinch.

I was a storm,
Unloved, unheard, undone.
But you were the lighthouse that stayed lit
Even when the winds howled
And the ocean threatened to swallow everything.

You never asked me to be perfect.
You just asked me to be real.
And for the first time in a long time,
I wasn’t afraid to be.

We speak in silences only we understand,
Laugh in places others would cry,
And love with the kind of fire
That doesn’t burn,
But warms even the coldest corners of our past.

You love me not despite my story,
But because of it.
And I love you not just for your beauty,
But for the way your soul held mine
When I thought I’d fall apart for good.

Let the world keep its noise,
Let them say what they will,
But we,
We are poetry written in a secret language.
A story no one else can rewrite.

For once in my life, I am loved,
Not for the mask,
But for the man behind it.
And that love?
It saved me.

I love you…

JacobM