I wish our story had a better ending.
Not me begging you to stay,
not you already halfway gone.
Any other conversation—
we could have talked about the best for each other,
even if it meant no longer being together.
I would have told you
I still want to be there at your wedding,
even though I know you hate them.
Because I still wish you find
the love you deserve,
even if it isn't mine.
We could have talked about anything else.
The happy moments,
the way we ran through the house,
trying to win the "I love you more" game.
I wish you had held me—
just once more.
Maybe it wouldn't have made leaving easier,
but maybe it wouldn't have hurt this much either.
I wanted that last conversation.
I would have rather drowned in tears
than in this silence.
—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
