I showed you all of me—
the hidden corners,
the cracks I kept covered,
and you were supposed to be the one
who held them carefully.
But you weren't,
and when you left,
you didn't just break my heart,
you shattered the trust
I had in being seen.
It's been a year,
and I've stitched myself back together,
or so I thought.
So why do you still echo
in the places I've tried to heal?
Why do I still break
when I've already moved on?
I hate that I feel this way,
hate that you still have a hold on me
after all this time.
I thought I had let you go,
but my heart seems to remember
what my mind has forgotten.
I want to stop—
to stop feeling the weight of your absence,
to stop breaking down
every time your memory creeps in.
But healing isn't as simple
as moving on.
It's slow,
it's messy,
and it comes in waves,
until one day,
I hope,
I'll no longer feel the pull
of the parts of me
you touched and left behind.
—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
