It's been hours and I've tuned out the world,
listening to nothing but EDEN
on repeat while we drive
and I type away.
This never seemed to bother you
because you knew I loved his music so much
and so you would leave me alone
when you knew that he was
singing in my ears.
I can only imagine that after a while,
after all the fighting,
you probably tuned me out too
and pretended to listen to your favorite artist
until your ears were bleeding
and I lost my voice
from finding the smallest reasons
to be mad at you about.
It all seemed so relevant to me,
but now that I look back at it,
I can't remember half of the things
that I was mad at you for,
and whatever shackles that I
had bound on you to solidify your commitment to me
were broken out of
with merely your strength
and determination to rid of toxicity.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
