52 weeks of positivity (kinda)

Box and waiting

Box

I found out that she likes someone that isn't me

So I threw the box of her stuff away

and I didn't write a poem about it.

Waiting for her

Today you told me you'd wait for her

Not even properly considering what "waiting" consists of:

It's constantly analysing her every mood,

To see if this the day

And accusing everyone one she talks to of the crime:

Being happy with her

As you can't do that no longer.

It's not being able to have a crush on anyone else

Because your still stuck in that emotional spiral

Or discovering dynamics that are not the same stale imagined one

That's stuck in your head.

Its pressing pause on the process of moving on

Its idolising the person till they are hardly recognisable

Its like something out of medieval times

It's getting left behind, in the tidal wave of your friends' discoveries

Its statistically lowering the chances of getting back together with her,

as she wants a girlfriend not a worshiper

Its putting her before your mental health

Its so easy to get into the cycle of doing it.

But you will be ok

Only a week from D-day

And still standing is your best achievement.

Note

two poems this week because 1) I felt like box wasn't really enough to be a poem on its own. 2) they work together not perfectly but relatable. One of my friends recently went through a break up and I'm still dealing with my own breakup (with Her 1) and the sentence after the number two sums up how dealing with both of them is. Both average poems. I like box better because it says everything it needs to. But I like my use of repetition in Waiting.