exhale.

You know that moment in your life where you just want to die?

because you feel that it absolutely

could not possibly

get any worse;

I felt this

before I met you.

And what a fool I was to believe that you were some

walking miracle bullshit

you stumbled into my life

tripped and smashed your damn svedka over my head

I mean, that's the only logical conclusion I can come to on my end at least.

Ten months

Ten fucking months I put up with your pathetic ass

because I thought-

okay nevermind

I'll admit it

I was in love with you.

Oh, was I not loud enough?

Do I need to scream it to you?

Will that get a response?

I WAS FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU!

And do you recall

those awful words you threw back at me?

Do you know how hard it was for me to say those three words?

Of course not, I don't think a monster like you could ever be capable of undertsanding what they even mean

But for you to throw them back in my face without even giving them a chance

Do you know how bad you hurt me?

Who does that

Who fucking does that?

You stepped on my heart

with your damn metal baseball cleats

and shattered any remnants that I had left

 

"I don't think I'll ever love you."

 

Ten fucking months

You strung me on like a balloon tied to your wrist

you selfish 

ungrateful

bastard!

I loved you!

I fucking loved you!

Not just that-

I trusted you.

And now 

I'm broken.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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