I sat there, next to you,
my heart tangled in silence.
I wanted to say something, anything,
just to hear your voice again.
Maybe I'd shout "Fuck you,"
or whisper "I'm sorry,"
or remind you—
"You did this when you confessed your love to me."
I craved a reason to speak,
to hear your laugh once more,
to see if your eyes still sparkled
like they did the day you told me you loved me.
But deep down, what I really wanted
was to blame you—
blame you for ruining us,
for risking everything we had.
You didn't just break us;
you broke our friendship,
crushed it under the weight
of your so-called feelings,
only to leave months later
like it was all nothing.
How is that fair?
How do you get to be okay now,
while I'm left picking up the pieces?
You made me fall for you,
and you cost me my friend,
and now it's like you don't care at all.
How is that fair?
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoezjaA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
