They say, "it's your loss,"
Like love's a game of keeping scores,
But you were never mine to win or lose.
We were chapters in a book we couldn't finish,
Word we needed to speak,
But not forever.
You came into my life
Like a season changing,
A soft spring rain, tearching me
To bloom before the storm.
I learned the gentle art of letting go
In the arms of someone who held me,
Even if just for a while.
It's not a loss—
It's a lesson,
And I'm grateful you taught it
With warmth in your heart.
Not everyone's hands are so kind.
I don't regret our time
I want you to rise, to fly high,
To meet someone who makes your heart
Beat louder than mine ever could.
There's no bitterness, no envy—
Only hope, that you find what you need,
As I will find what's better for me.
Not someone better,
But someone who fits
The shape of my soul,
Just as I hope
You do the same.
—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
