Surviving Heartbreak

Not Someone Like Me

I've always been the understanding type,
But never quite understood.
It's okay—I couldn't expect it from you.
You want me, yet you're unsure,
Text me one day, ignore me the next,
Hold me so tightly at night,
As if afraid I'd leave.

All those useless conversations
About how you deserved love—
Only to run back to her,
The one who doesn't want you
And says it outright.

"You're not my type," you said.
Your type isn't healed,
Your type clings to pain,
Would rather stay broken for her,
If it meant keeping her name.

I expected every scenario,
Even the one I couldn't see coming.
But lying to me?
That's a different story.

I won't sit here
Listing all the ways I'm better for you—
It's not worth it.
You aren't ready to see
What she hasn't finished breaking.

I'm done fixing hearts,
Done taking "jobs"
I never applied for,
Sending men back to their exes
Better than before.
I'm not a fixer; I'm a lover.
Yet I only attract the ones
Who need to be mended.

"Some stuff didn't mean anything to me,"
You said—the first lie.
Your body told me otherwise.

I was vulnerable,
Shared my biggest fear,
Only for you to make it real
Seconds later.

I'm not angry or bitter.
This doesn't hurt
Like pain I've known before,
But it doesn't feel nice,
Being lied to,
Being placed in this position.

Go back to her,
Stay unhealed if that's what you choose.
But she isn't worth—
Not the weight of your brokenness.

You need someone
Willing to heal with you.
I am kind, compassionate,
Caring, loyal, and loving—
But I am not naive.
I love myself enough to walk away.

I want to hate you—
You don't do this to someone like me,
Someone who tried
To make you better,
Only to watch you lie and leave.

But I can't hate you.
I expected it.
You're not ready
To accept defeat over an ex.
So go back,
Until you hate her, too.

But I won't stay.
I won't wait
To be proven right.

—MistakenGenius