After a year alone
I've come to see—
He wasn't the love of my life,
Only the love of my season.
I confused the two,
Mistaking his presence
For permanence,
Forgot that my story
Didn't end in my twenties,
That I had more pages to turn.
When I was with him,
He was all I had known,
The edges of my world were drawn
By his laughter, his touch,
And I thought that was it,
The final chapter,
The end of my becoming.
But he was just a moment,
A necessary lesson
In the art of love.
He taught me what I could hold
And what I had to let go.
He showed me where love
Felt too tight,
Like a sweater that no longer fits,
How to recognize the places
Where I didn't belong.
He was a season—
One that taught me growth,
Like winter teaching trees
How to shed what they no longer need.
He wasn't forever,
But he shaped me.
He showed me what it meant to love
And what I could never settle for.
I've still got a life to live—
Faces I've yet to meet,
Chapters waiting to be written
Without his name in them.
My story didn't end when he left,
It only just began.
He wasn't the love of my life,
But the love of that season.
And I am no longer there.
—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
