ive been trying to tell you this whole time
that you aren't important.
you were holding me while i sobbed
and i wasn't important then?
you listened to me rant endlessly
about why my heart was breaking
celebrating my successes
and threatening those who hurt me
i don't know how to say it in a nice way
you clung to me while you slept
held my hand throughout the night
pulled me into you
and smelled my hair
you told me you missed me
despite your obvious pride demanding you refrain
that's fair
you made me feel like i mattered
gave me so much of your time
made small efforts
and used kind words to mend my scars
i ended it
and you had nothing to say
YOU ARE READING
Thanks, Love
Poetrysituationship break-ups are hard. i guess that's all i have to say about this. it's a work in progress because i think that's how breakups work.
