To the next who holds my heart in your hands,
Be gentle with it, please understand.
It's been through storms, it's known such pain,
And now, with courage, I try again.
I'd hate to find that it wasn't worth
The leap I take, the fall, the hurt.
Don't leave me with questions in the dark,
For silence cuts deeper than words ever spark.
My love might feel too much, too fast,
But don't run away—let's make it last.
Talk to me when the weight feels strong,
Together we'll learn how to carry it on.
I've learned the hard way my worth's not defined
By those who left or couldn't be kind.
So don't make me face that lesson anew—
Show up for me, and I'll show up for you.
And if you must go, I won't ask you to stay,
But give me the closure to walk away.
Be honest, be kind, and if we must part,
Leave with respect for my healing heart.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
