I would lay awake on the couch
Wondering where did I go wrong
Late nights where I'm not even sure you would come home
Or when you would see me break down and still walk out
Or how in just 2 weeks you already had someone new, like our 3 years never mattered to you
Everything still hurts like it just happened
The pain is still fresh
The cut's still deep
They say time heals all wounds
But I'm beginning to think that means everyone but me
He was the first person who I can say truly had my heart
Someone I would have held down through it all
But instead I'm the one who's still suffering from everything he put me through, and he gets to move past it all
I don't even know how to heal from all the things that are wrong with me
I can't let go, because I'm in love with someone who didn't see my worth until I wasn't worth anything anymore
They're like band-aids, they only cover up the cut
He days I haven't changed
He Says I Haven't Changed
Truth is I don't even know who I am anymore
Looking for his love in whoever will offer it
Just don't understand how someone can destroy a human over and over like that
I don't think this ever gets better for me
But I'll wear a smile and I'll carry on because that's what I'm supposed to do
No one has to know I'm still broken
That's what band-aids are for...
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I don’t forgive him. Not yet.
Bodies moving in sync
You can't come in here...
There was no glory in side-chicking or deception, only pain and illusion.
I love him for making me feel loved.
6 years, 2 kids, countless jail/prison stays, and the abuse...
In the loneliest hour my thoughts seem to always go back to you.
It's time for "the talk."
My late night ritual consists of 4 cookies, a cold glass of almond milk, and going through my fiance’s phone...
I laid there staring at the ceiling...
Blue-green plush carpet sliding through my hands. Chirps coming from crickets we hid in grandma's closet...
I had this glorious idea of how I could tell my story, but then I received a phone call from a distant ex tonight...