naive swallow
The words you said,
led to our love’s end.
A tear runs down,
yet it stays as silent grief.
You whom I love,
a memory up above.
The shape of a broken heart,
yet it shaped my mind.
The memory of us,
the laughs over calls,
I linger on what I’ve lost,
an angel whose wings fell.
I wish for sunshine,
yet in return I find rain.
The end was unexpected,
yet your tone had changed.
Yet the aftermath…
burns me through my tears.
Months we walked together,
ended in a phrase.
Yet I question my affection:
“Did I do well?”
“Did I try enough?”
I question myself,
as my tears fill the well.
I break.
She ended us, quietly.
Yet the silence is now my company.
I am left learning to live with the echoes.
-# based on my break up 2 days ago ;-;
molten tendon