They say I'm going insane with self-pity
Like I wrote myself as a pitiful heroine of a story
But they don't understand the pain I went through
The things I did with you
I tried already to move on like you did
But when he left
the truth became sordid
I was no longer your lover
No longer a friend
No longer anyone of importance to you
It hurts to think I could have forgiven you
But even then
I know
That reality would have hit me whenever I saw you
Next time you see me
Please don't give me your pitiful eyes
Your wavering smile
Or show me your clenched fists
Because all these are signs
That you know I still exist.
YOU ARE READING
It Hurts
PoetryA poetic story of a girl whose heart broke and the aftermath of her sorrow. It gets better as you read. This is what I ,myself, thought heartbreak might feel like even though I have never experienced it before.
