He broke me as he broke the compromises I worked so hard to make as I tried to please him. He broke me as he forgot the pinky promises he made. He broke me when he ignored me
He broke me when he hopped out of bed in the morning not even acknowledging my presence on the pillow beside him. He broke me by saying that he wasn't hungry, not even bothering to see if I was. He broke me as he walked many moons in front of me, talking to his friends instead of talking to me.
He broke me the moment he shoved my suitcase under his bed and declared it in the way, just like me. He broke me when he turned to tell another girl about my jealousy. He broke me once I finally realized that I couldn't tell him anything in confidence.
He broke me as he walked out the door at 11:00pm, the night before I was supposed to leave, to play a game of soccer with girls who didn't like me. He broke me while I sat on FaceTime with him, me a nervous wreck, and he made plans to go out with others. He broke me from the other room where he let me listen to him make travel plans, without me for the second time. In spite of the fact that he knew how I felt the first time he did that.
He broke me from a distance when he told me that no, he wouldn't meet me halfway because he didn't want to. He broke me when not meeting me halfway meant me driving two hours alone late at night to go see him. He broke me with his lack of awareness as I was crying in his room, wondering why I was even there.
He broke me time after time, choosing parties over me. He broke me by pulling back, no longer saying "I miss you" to me while I was so desperately missing him.
He broke me the moment he changed his mind. He broke me when he left me wondering if he ever loved me.
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PoesíaThis is how. How we got together. How we lasted. How we faded. How we broke up. How he left me. How I hated him. How I loved him. How I moved on. Raw with emotion, this collection of poetry contains the unfiltered truth of what a girl thinks of a...
