breaking a promise,

is breaking a heart

(you broke my heart over and over, and I let you)

the forecast

called for frost

as

shortened days

brought

autumn near.

a chill

embraced the night:

one kiss of death

as dawn appeared.

the harvest-moon,

still sleeping,

’top a bed

of golden hay,

to punctuate

your leaving

&

the last words

you

would

say.

"You are the most uninteresting person I know."

All I know is, if you're with other girls, aren't I going to be, inherently, uninteresting? Isn't the boyfriend going to lose interest eventually, because she's just the same old thing?

After two years, were we done?

But we weren't. He said, tomorrow, you'll do this. And that. And make up for this lost time.

But what time was lost?

Why was I being punished?

The grass is always greener.

And your word? Mean. You're just as useless as me.

" I like you."

heart flutters.

" As friends."

heart deflates.

" just as friends?"

You winced, and walk away.

heart shatters.

Why my heart is hurt

i was very alert

emotions had no entry

but unknowingly you were very friendly

my heartfelt it

and melted

now I cant pardon

my heart has now hardened.

i have been deceived

my heart still can’t believe it.

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so much

goes into loving

letting go of doubts and fears

choosing to be bare naked

letting your feelings

hang out

the words

a rite of passage

saying out loud what you've replayed

a million sleepless nights

this moment

eyes up

hopeful as a child

extending a wildflower

slapped senseless by that quick

back of the hand

I don't love you back.

"I love you." Crazy right? I have never heard anything more painful in all my years. Why do people wield these words with such deadly force? These words should be a healing serum, but they have poisoned my soul again and again. I drank it gladly every single time, glutton for punishment. I desperately needed it to be true but discovered too late, the poison had already reached my heart. Maybe next time, I will not be so thirsty. Maybe next time, I will inquire of the contents in my cup. Maybe there will not be a next time...

Not words.

Silence.

Indifference.

From the ones you trust to speak or act.

To help when you need it most.

For me, is the most hurtful.

I HATE YOU.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU CAN'T BREATHE.

YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH.

YOU WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH.

THERE'S SOMETHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH YOU.

I'D BE FINE IF YOU NEVER BREATHE AGAIN.