i cried all night again.
the girl
i feared
my true loves hand
holding hers.
she's smiling like she did when she was with me.
its only been a week.
i go in my room and open my phone,
paragraphs back to back
saying she lied
that she still loved me.
"i don't think i want to be there for you anymore"
i close my phone.
i take all her stuff and throw it in a supermarket bag
i put her clothes there too.
all the gifts i've gotten were stuffed in the bottoms of drawers
the cards were in a small square tin.
the girl who she loved
has fallen for her
like how i fell her the woman
i planned my life with.
she posts photos of them together
laughing
smiling.
i miss her.
but i need to move on.
i've accepted the fact she's not coming back.
this really hurts me,
but honestly
seeing her smile
makes me have hope.
i promise i'll wait for you
no matter how long it takes.
YOU ARE READING
my first lover, and may be my last
Poezjaa series of poems i've written about the months with my girlfriend; and the months we parted ways. i hope you enjoy and i will be adding more if i get enough time/reads TW: slight mild mention of an eating disorder pages may and august. (if you are...
