it wasn't when
you said mean things
told me i was annoying
don't worry
i already knew that
it wasn't when
you made me feel small
for asking questions
i already know
i'm not that smart
it wasn't when
you took another girl out
posted her on your story
it was her birthday
why would you invite me?
it wasn't when
you stopped asking me to be with you
you didn't think i noticed
of course you don't want me around
i get that, who would.
it wasn't when
you acted indifferent
not the one word answers
that still hurt
but it wasn't what killed me
it wasn't even when
i found the underwear
in the center console
i wasn't shocked
but i let you know i found them
it was when
you said nothing
it was when
despite everything
you didn't try to convince me
to stay.
that was when
the shot was fired.
that is why
i can't breathe.
it's just another fight
but you didn't
that was when
i knew it was over.
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.
