"are you okay?"
no, i am not okay.
i am not okay that he left me hanging.
i am not okay that he replaced me with somebody better.
i am not okay that i wasn't good enough for him.
i am not okay that i get to see them everyday, reminding me of how much it hurts over and over again.
i am not okay that everybody thinks i'm okay with it. that i'm okay he's there doing the things we used to do, saying the words we used to say.
but, nonetheless,
"i'm okay."
YOU ARE READING
the dead poet's lover
Poetrythe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
