I wrote this piece after been through a manipulative relationship

If someone asked "what is love" a month ago, I would've said it's compassion. But little did I know, manipulation will taught me a new meaning for love. He showed with bruise I'll ever bear love is not just compassion. Love is compassion with reciprocity. To all the people who are emotionally drained after been through a relationship with wrong one, feeling emotionally drained, looking for a definitive answer if he\she really loved me, wondering if you should go back to him\her and know the answer. You know it well you're not going to get the answer you're looking for. It's going to be further manipulation and further pain and the feeling of unheard while you know well talking to him is screaming in the vacuum. I know because it's where I am. So I wrote this for the world to say love is compassion with reciprocity. I hope it resonates with all who've loved wrong person and feeling bad that your love was not reciprocated or was made to believe in a love\hope when there isn't any they can give. Thanks for reading. I hope you all find the hope & love that is reciprocated. I traced him in the place where only echo can be heard. I am no longer afraid of him Cause he took away all I've ever had. I will face him like a meek animal That face the beast when it's cornered If he gives me one story of sadness, I am giving him one story of despondency. If he gives me one story of despondency, I am giving him story of depression. If he gives one story of depression, I am giving him one story of life. If he gives me one story of life, I am giving him one story of death. If he gives me one story of death, I am giving him one story of Manipulation. If he can give one in return, he wouldn't be one. If he can give me one story of Manipulation, I will give him a drop of my tear from the ocean saved when he left to desolate If he can give me a drop of tear, I will show him the unhealable bruise he caused with the empty words of love\hope If he can show me a bruise of his own I will give him this piece I wrote To show the love which he never reciprocated