they say that it gets better as time passes by
so why do i still ache so much in my heart and in the pit of my stomach after all these months?
why do you still occupy every single corner of my very being?
why are you still my every thought between dawn and dusk?
why do you still occupy even the deepest parts of my subconscious, faded pieces of yourself making an appearance every time i slip into my dreams?
i didn't ask for this
for any of this
i didn't ask for you to squeeze yourself into the tightest crevices of my heart
and now you're gone and the pieces you left behind are being strained and pulled trying to be taken out but
they're stuck
and oh how i wish i could help them out
i wish i could forget
i wish you hadn't have done the things you did
maybe if you had been harsher
cared a little less
gave a little less of yourself to me in the time we still associated
made me feel a little less safe
maybe if i wouldn't have gotten so attached to you
maybe if i wouldn't have made a home out of you
maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much
maybe then things could be getting better as time went along
but alas those things never occurred
instead you let me make a home out of you
you offered it up with open arms and promised you'd always keep me safe
and you gave all of yourself to me
you made a home out of me
you made me a place where you were all too comfortable being
but just as with your physical homes
you didn't stay long
you packed up your things and moved on to the next home
leaving all the memories and emotions behind in the old one
so i sit here now
empty and gutted
with only the things you left behind
i stare at the wall and hope that one day you'll decide to move back
maybe one day you'll miss what you forgot and come back for them and decide to stay
i can only hope and pray
but until then i'll wait patiently
aching for you
letting myself be
consumed by you
and dreaming of you
thinking about how unrealistic it is for one to believe that time is able to heal.
YOU ARE READING
letters to the one who broke me
Poetryheartbreak is different for everyone. this will follow my journey through the eyes of unrequited love that may have not been so unrequited at one point, and how I've grown through the broken pieces of myself.
