"He's in love with someone else," "He doesn't love me anymore," "Does he still want me?" "Does he miss me?" "... Do I want him?"
These are the questions I asked myself while pretending I was okay to talk to you.
"He fucked someone else," "does he love her?" "It's supposed to be me. He doesn't love me anymore."
These are the things I told myself.
I told myself that if I acted indifferent and cared very little that nothing would happen.
"It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop! I don't want this anymore! I thought the pain was gone!" "I know it hurts. I promise it'll be okay, just keep talking to him and it'll get easier." "It hurts. He doesn't even care. Why is my mind betraying me so?"
Am I gay? Fully gay? Can you be gay but love a man? How does this work?
All I know
Is my chest hurts.
And it's because I never
Wanted you to come back to me again.
No matter what I said.
Please just go.
YOU ARE READING
Distant Thoughts
Poetryhow to: get over your first love write a book about your experience with heartbreak -- 1. "You are like the wind Sometimes here, sometimes not Maybe I ought To have known that now Is the time you aren't" 2. "I'm running out of things to say Please...
