Forthehurt Stories

Today, I was asked a question that broke my attention from you and your trophy girl. They asked " weren't you guys together?" I looked down and whispered "no" I couldn't help but think about what we once had. All the late night calls that ended at 3 in the morning. All the talks we had on my couch while I ran my hand threw your hair All the kisses we shared are all a distant memory. It was the kind of romance that was in movies, but it's left me so undone, lost and most of all confused. Now I walk down the hallways seeing you holding her against the wall trying to steal a kiss. I blame my self for not being everything you ever wanted, I try not to think these things so late at night, but since you've left me with empty nights it's all I can think about. Your trophy girl is everything you've ever wanted. she's one of those girls that make you wonder if she's even real. But she is real enough for you to fall in love with. Today , I move on from this .

Poems to heal, or to confront, to know you are not alone

short poems, prose inspired by Rupi Kaur's Milk and Honey