so I saw you and her today
and you both look so beautiful together and it almost seems meant to be
I'm really just glad you have somebody
and
I am burning with a fire so volatile
wishing it was me you've been writing about
and not her,
but I wouldn't call this jealousy.
The realisation that I can easily be replaced
and was a mere replacement,
pricks my abandonment issues,
but I wouldn't call what you did betrayal.
I hate you for what you did
and want to scream in your ears
and kick you in the balls
and demand an explanation
for why you never gave us
a fair chance,
but I wouldn't call this rage.
The thought of you
telling her things you'd tell me
and things you never dared
to tell me is all-consuming
and doesn't stop hurting,
but I wouldn't call this pain.
Your space in my life
remains empty, for now
and nothing I try
to fit, seems to fit in
as well as you did,
but I wouldn't call this loneliness.
You see, the truth is,
I would call this,
all of that and more.
What you did was not fair,
it was a stab in the heart
with a dagger I saw coming
but didn't think
would ever cause me harm;
The truth is, I would call this all of that and more,
but I would never call you,
not anymore.
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Words Unsaid
PoetryA collection of my poems about love, crushes, depression, feeling lonely and pretty much all the emotions I go through as an angsty teenager :P Hope you enjoy! I've been adding to this book since I was 15 (I'm 21 now). The poems get better as the b...
