Six months have passed, yet the ache remains,
A silent shadow, a quiet pain.
I've done the work, I've faced the tears,
I've leaned on love, I've faced my fears.
They say to journal, to talk, to move,
To find the rhythm, to change the groove.
And I've done it all, each healing task,
Yet some wounds linger, some questions ask.
I grieve the life I thought was mine,
A path once lit, now lost in time.
Where I stand feels far from right,
The dreams I had are out of sight.
It's not just them I've had to mourn,
But the life we'd built, now weather-worn.
An existential crisis, loud and clear,
A future lost, a present unclear.
And worst of all, this fear takes hold,
A story unwritten, a love untold.
Will I love again with a heart so wide?
Will someone see all I hold inside?
They wronged me, yes, but they also gave,
A love so fierce, a heart so brave.
I'm proud of me, the strength I've found,
Yet six months in, the hurt's profound.
--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
