You taught me love,
How to speak the tender things,
To want, to need,
In ways that weren't perfect,
But everything I needed back then.
You never taught me
How to stop.
To let go of the echo you left in my chest,
The kind that lingers on lonely Tuesdays
Or Fridays,
When the quiet gets too loud.
You knew how to walk away,
Left me holding all this love
Like a weight I never wanted.
I had to teach myself
How to let go,
How to grieve someone still breathing.
You never said how long it would hurt,
Just that it would.
Never showed me how to erase your name
From the places it's carved into my heart,
How to stop wanting you to stay
When you were already gone.
It's not a constant ache,
But it visits,
And when grief comes knocking,
I open the door,
Because you never taught me how to lock it.
Maybe I'll never learn how to stop,
But you'll always be
My favorite lesson.
—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
