Not another heartbreak poem

Every time I think of heartbreak, I immediately think of heartburn.

Maybe because my heart can’t break from the love I once yearned.

I know my heart is aching, but it’s also as if my whole body is shaking.

It’s not your fault; I wanted to love you that much.

I chose to, I wanted to, I just knew I had it in me. I just knew I could.

I realized you didn’t tell me you loved me as much as I would.

Of course, I’m used to that. I’ve dealt with this since childhood.

I would say “I love you,” but my parents want silence.

So it’s not my fault that you decided to love me in private.

You gave me all the signs, you just didn’t love me.

But I’m glad I was able to love someone so effortlessly.

When your eyes start to wander and you no longer think about me,

Tell me is that when it’s easier for you to step out of home into someone else’s sheets.

I can understand and forgive.

I know I’ll miss you, want to call you. The feeling is strange.

You’re driving me crazy. Are you that blind or insane?

I was good to you, I did your laundry, I helped push your car when it had no gas.

Moments I should’ve been there for myself, I let those moments pass.

So of course, I’ll think about you while wearing your stupid sweater.

I just want to think of all the ways I’ll feel better.

I know I have to move on, and I’ll look into all the motivational quotes, all the scriptures I’ll read.

It’s just seemed like your unfaithfulness would’ve let me leave with ease.

That was far from the truth, because now I’m thinking the problem is me.

I can’t cry or dwell. I have to keep my “chin up high”.

Though I weep and cry while I tell you goodbye.

In every thought that I’ll think of you,

I’ll think of the unfaithfulness you chose to do.

Now being unfaithful might not make you a bad guy.

But the thought of it all makes me lose my mind.

So you can follow your path, and I’ll continue to follow mine.

But just remember I’m not walking away or leaving you behind.

I’m putting myself first, and that’s what I choose to do.

It’s not your fault that I chose to love you.

I won’t let this break me, I won’t count our experience as a waste of time.

Freedom is the feeling of my truth after your lies did the crime.

Why let this break me now when I’m just touching my prime?

So we won’t grow old together. I just hope you grow old.

I hope you’re not bitter, uncomfortable or alone.

Lying to me doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you in your highest form of success.

If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t push for the best.

My insecurities and flaws wouldn’t have been put to rest.

Perhaps a version of yourself

Listen, maybe I was too much. Maybe I wasn’t enough. But I won’t say sorry because the truth is I just wasn’t your version of love.

It’ll take time to move on so you’re not in my journals or thoughts

It’ll take time before I stop visiting our spot

With the knowledge I have now this heart break would be the last one

Even heartbreak doesn’t last, and our experience was short-lived but fun.

The next chapter starts now. Self-love has begun.

Our chapter was written well and with love, but that chapter is done.