Breakups Don't Make You Cry

Breakups don't make you cry, not always a flood,

But a slow, steady leak, a tear in the bud.

It withers and shrinks, the promise unseen,

A future unfurled, now a faded green.

There's a hollowness settling, a weight in your chest,

A melody lost, where your heart found its rest.

The laughter you shared, now echoes in halls,

A ghost of a smile clinging to dusty walls.

It's the silence that screams, the empty chair,

The scent of their absence, a perfume you wear,

A lingering touch, a phantom embrace,

A love story unfinished, a forgotten space.

Breakups don't make you cry, at least not in sight,

But the tears well within, blurring the light.

They fall in the shower, a curtain of rain,

Washing away dreams, a bittersweet pain.

You choke back a sob as you walk down the street,

The world seems oblivious, your sorrow discreet.

A song on the radio, a lyric that stings,

A memory surfaces, on love's fragile wings.

You bury yourself deep in a well-worn book,

Hoping the words will erase the heartbreak's crook.

But the characters mirror your fractured state,

Lost in a world where love met its fate.

Breakups don't make you cry, not a public display,

But the tears stain your pillow as darkness holds sway.

You whisper their name, a plea in the night,

For a time to rewind, to set things aright.

You trace their initials on a fogged window pane,

Longing for warmth, for that comforting rain.

The sunrise arrives, a cruel, mocking light,

A reminder of yesterday, a future not quite.

The days turn to weeks, the weeks crawl to years,

The ache dulls to embers, a smoldering of fears.

You learn to laugh again, though the sound's a bit frail,

The scars remain hidden, beneath a hopeful veil.

Breakups don't make you cry, but they leave you changed,

A tapestry woven, where threads are rearranged.

You're stronger, perhaps, with a wisdom hard-won,

Knowing that love, though fleeting, can set a new sun.

There's a flicker of hope, a resilience that grows,

The chance for new beginnings, a love that still flows.

The memory remains, a bittersweet friend,

A reminder of lessons, until the very end.

For breakups don't make you cry, they make you evolve,

They crack you open, to make you whole.

They teach you compassion, for the fragility of hearts,

And the courage to love again, even when it falls apart.

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The remaining 317 words can be used to explore further aspects of breakups that don't involve crying, but emotional impact nonetheless.

Anger:

You clench your fists, a storm brewing within,

Fury at promises broken, a love that's been thin.

The words they once whispered now feel like a lie,

And the anger boils over, a tear in your eye.

(This anger doesn't manifest in tears, but can be a powerful emotional response.)

Numbness:

A hollow indifference, a world painted gray,

Emotions on hold, as you push them away.

The breakup has hit, a deafening blow,

Leaving you numb and detached, nowhere to go.

Acceptance:

A quiet understanding, a sigh in the breeze,

The love wasn't meant to be, a story to appease.

There's a bittersweet peace, a letting go slow,

A heart that's been wounded, but still chooses to grow.

Moving On:

You pick up the pieces, one shard at a time,

Dust yourself off, and leave the past behind.

There's a strength in your spirit, a newfound light,

Ready to embrace the future, shining ever so bright.