When will it stop, this endless ache,
A year has passed, but my heart still breaks.
I catch your scent, and I turn my head,
As if you're near, though you're long since fled.
A face like yours in a passing crowd,
And suddenly my heart beats loud.
Will I forget, let the memories fade,
Or will they haunt the life I've made?
Silly me, I don't truly want to forget,
But holding on tight fills me with regret.
You chose to leave, and I'm left behind,
Trapped in a maze of a love resigned.
I hate myself for not letting go,
For chasing ghosts only I seem to know.
The worst part? I don't know how to stop—
This constant hurt, this endless drop.
But maybe, just maybe, with time I'll find,
A way to heal, to clear my mind.
Not forgetting, but finding peace
In knowing that this, too, will cease.
—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
