New last name.
New profile picture,
smiling.
A smile so big it had to be real.
But why is that?
How are you able to smile like that,
after knowing how many people you've hurt?
Do you not realize the depth of the pain you've inflicted?
Perhaps you don't care to know,
because knowing that pain
would mean you'd have to accept
what
you've
done.
Done to me.
To other girls.
But that smile.
The new smile you carry so boldly
sent me into a rage.
Thinking about that pain you caused
and you not wanting to accept
what
you've
done.
YOU ARE READING
ache & after
PoesieAche & After is a poetry collection about emotional aftermath. It explores love that bruises, loss that lingers, trauma that reshapes, and the slow, imperfect process of healing. Written through moments of grief, longing, survival, and self-discover...
