this is a poem that i wrote because idk ig i was feeling upset TW - s\h, breakup breakup. This isn’t a Breakup, Right? We’re just moving On with our lives As we should have Literally a year Minus four days ago So there’s no reason Why the poetry that Has been so easily Flowing from my Fingertips should Suddenly feel like Another Cut to the wrist- Right? It’s stupid And I know that I Shouldn’t be feeling Sad over someone Who never cared about Me, But I cant help but Wonder if it worked out In another universe, If we weren’t a disaster. It’s that season again, With the breakup ice cream And the blanket wrapped Around my shoulders instead Of your arms With the tissues close by Just in case some words begin To make me cry With your smile imprinted In my mind, knowing it’ll Never be because of me. Sorry, I know this isn’t A breakup. I’ll go.
by me.
