The hardest part of this breakup?
Having to tell myself no-
No, don’t text him.
No, don’t call him.
No, you can’t go back!
As much as I miss you and want you in my face, I must hold onto the most grimy and malicious thing you’ve done.
My survival depends on it.
I can no longer shrink to fit your ideal.
I can no longer stay quiet to appease your ego.
I cannot keep putting my needs aside to placate your wants.
Who’s caring for the watchman as the watchman cares for others?
She is now choosing herself!
But the cost is so damn great!
Sleepless nights from still being on your schedule.
Puffy, swollen eyes from crying.
My heart literally aches from longing for you.
My mind is conflicted.
My shananah screams the reality
He abandoned you
Emotionally
Spiritually
Physically
There’s no coming back from that choice.
Not that last one
You consciously chose that action.
Now, yet again, I must suffer another loss.
Now, yet again, I must grieve.
Now, yet again, I must rebuild myself.
Now, yet again, I must start over.
I’m so *F*n tired of taking Ls!!!
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Moni Staxx
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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Comments (1)
"Who’s caring for the watchman as the watchman cares for others?" This question hit me so hard. In the end, we only have ourselves. Hope you'll be okay. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️