It's been already 8 months.
8 months of goodbyes and hellos.
I still think about you sometimes.
And I know you think about me.
As much as I try to push the memory of you to the back of my head; it's still there.
There are times when I'm angry at you and then I'm just hit with a wave of acceptance.
I've accepted who you are as a person and not the person I conjured up in my mind all these years.
I finally see you for who you truly are.
Flesh and blood.
The person who I thought broke me and got the best of me.
I'm done trying to love you.
I'm done with the games.
I'm done with the phone calls and snap messages of you telling me you want me to be your friend.
I've accepted what you've done.
So please let me move on.
Please let me breathe and let me live.
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Love hurts
PoesiaNumerous poems about what love can do and how it hurts just as much. From ages 14-23
