A poem I wrote (recently) about my ex. I found out last year he'd also cheated on me. |
I checked my calendar, and it’s now been a year. They say time heals all wounds, but my pain lingers on Why am I still left shattered, held together by glue My sharp edges, like glass, cut and draw blood There’s a piece of my glass mirror missing in the middle. His mirror seems to be in one piece, though cracked in some places He has no need for glue or tape, no plaster or care It is I, in the end, who is beyond repair. My happiness fluctuates with every passing hour While he found his soulmate, I mourned losing mine. It’s been a year but still I think about him, admittedly miss him. Time has passed but my grudge has not, I cling to this anger, my fists clenched I don’t see how it’s fair that he’s happy when I’m still in despair I have new love now, no desire to be with him again But it makes me think, was I ever enough for him? We fought, we cried, but even so we loved on But my mind wanders and I wonder if they’ve ever fought at all Is he happier now than he ever was with me? Though I did everything to please him, was I only a burden? Now that we’re apart, is he a happier man? Confusing feelings still drift by, and often now I begin to think We used to say we were meant to be, he called me “his person” He was mine, and I was his- But now he’s got someone else Someone he loved behind my back, someone he loved before he left me They seem happy, and I can’t stand seeing their smiles. |