on my own
I started crying less.
I started thinking about you less.
I started to not dream about you.
I started to take care of myself more.
I started to do the things I used to love.
I started to be more social than isolated.
Granted, I do like being alone to recharge.
Since I've been on my own, I realized I've lost myself when I loved you.
I lost the person who I was in order to become the person you wanted to love.
I lost myself.
But now– I'm finding her again every day.
I'm slowly learning to allow myself to be happy.
I'm slowly letting myself be free from your grasp.
I've been doing this with the help of others but mostly, I've done it on my own.
Now, I would like to clarify even though I write you in the lines of my poetry.
I don't miss you as a significant other.
I miss you as a friend but even now, you're slowly losing that title too.
I'm writing you in the lines of my poetry to give myself the closure you failed to give me.
The type of closure that you promised to give me but lied about in the end.
I'm healing myself.
I'm stitching my wounds back together.
I'm accepting our doomed relationship as a lesson.
With that lesson, I'm moving on to better.
I'm going to find myself.
And it will be all on my own.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
