My Poems

Did it?

Did it hurt you as much as it hurt me?
For me it felt like knives going through my heart at .005 miles an hour.
The pain took over the need to grieve to the point I would have to cry for no reason.

Did it upset you as much as it upset me?
When your birthday came and I wasn't there to do our usual thing? When you had to plan your birthday and I wasn't able to be there to help you at all.
The upset is like a ghosting pain from a trauma that will haunt me until my birthday passes.

Did it effect you like it did for me?
When you had to explain it to your family? When you couldn't message me because it was no longer right?
It effected me in ways I never actually knew possible. It felt like my heart was shattered, ripped apart and then burnt into cinders.

And the worst thing out of all of this.
Is that it didn't.
I know it didn't.
You didn't want to message me
You didn't want to make it right
And that will kill me forever because you where my world and I was clearly just a blip in yours