I'm not in love with you anymore. It's true. It may have taken me a while to cross the finish line, but I pulled through. It's not because my heart outgrew its love for you, because that's not the case. It's because of all the lessons I learned from my mistake.
You were never mine. But I selfishly treated you as if you were, and that alone caused irreparable damage. I let my emotions cloud my judgment, and for that crime, I paid dearly. I lost friendships that made my heart happy.
I tried rectifying my mistakes, but you can't straighten out a crumbled-up piece of paper. So now I'm left half loved, half hated. But you're still here amidst all the destruction you left in your wake. I wonder if you're oblivious to it or if you just don't care.
No matter my course of action, I can't seem to get rid of you. I can accept that our fates might be tied to each other, but your noncommitment is no longer acceptable. If it's this game of back and forth we must play for eternity, then watch the student surpass the teacher. I can tell you notice the absence of romance in my heart. It's because you've never seen me not in love with you.
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Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
