Maybe, in the end, my happy ending lies not in love returned,
But in the way I survived each heartbreak, and never turned.
Through every wound, through every tear,
I stayed the same—still full of care.
I'm still the loving soul I've always been,
With so much to give, despite where I've been.
Yes, I gave my heart to those who didn't deserve,
But I also gave it to my friends, my family, the curves
Of my dog's fur, the ones who stayed,
Who loved me back, who never betrayed.
I'm still the one who'll make you laugh,
Even when life's cut you in half.
Still the one you call at 3 a.m.
When loneliness feels like the end.
None of them turned my heart to stone,
None of them made me hard, made me cold,
I still care, and I always will,
No one could take that, no one could kill
The love in me that still burns bright,
Through all the darkness, it remains light.
So perhaps, my happy ending
Isn't in the love I sought so unbending,
But in finally moving on, finally free,
And giving myself the love I never received,
But always believed was meant for me.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoesiaA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it