The way you broke my heart was brutal, it wasn't poetic. There's nothing poetic about screaming into your pillow in the middle of the night, or finding comfort in the round mouth of a bottle, or crying so hard you can't see. There was nothing poetic about my heart after you left. Before you I was carefree and wasn't looking for love. But you came into my life and you convinced me to trust you, and so I did. I trusted you and believed every "I love you", every "I'm not leaving" and every other god damn promise you made to me. The ringing in my ears hasn't stopped since the day you left me, and the pain in my chest hasn't let up.
I miss you so much.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Me Letting You Go
PoesíaThis is a book about moving on when you don't want to. This is a book about letting go.
