#heartlessromantics

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Self abandonment looks like  letting you hurt me in the same way twice and still trying to understand where you are coming from.  It’s like having more empathy  for your trauma than my own.  It’s having an over abundance of patience while you refuse to grow. Self abandonment looks like over explaining myself because  it’s become more important  to convince you of my worth  than treating myself like I  am worth more than this.

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I could tell by the look in your eyes that would be our last kiss, even when you tried to convince me otherwise. I just wanted honesty. “Don’t think about it like that, I’ll see you later.” But I knew you were just trying to make the transition easier on yourself while you escorted me out of your house already planning your next date with someone else. You always cared about your needs more than mine, and I guess I always let you.

[heartlessromantics]

Lately,

I've been at a loss for words,

preferring actions.

Passing half hearts like

fractions of a love lost.

Some ask often if I miss you,

but I'm just memory's fool,

fooling myself because

sometimes it's just easier

to forget you.

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I keep missing you.

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You tried and you thought, but you can't break my heart when it was never even healed to begin with.

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If you were a vegetable, what would you be?

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The last time we spoke you asked me for the tenth time, “if you were a vegetable, what would you be?”

I hesitated and smiled before responding, “a potato” not knowing if potatoes were veggies or roots or…what the hell is a potato anyway? But it didn’t matter. You laughed and asked me why in the cutest high pitched voice I’ve ever heard.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty versatile—a social butterfly of a food—Mashed, tater tots, pancakes, hash browns, and especially sweet” I laughed, “cuz I’m a poet.”

“I love the way your brain works!” You said as you gazed into my eyes, before you began to drift away. “I don’t think you’re a potato, though.

And that was it. You never had a reason for it. All you knew was that you didn’t know what food I’d be, or what butterfly, or what color, or what sandwich, or what we were even doing. I tried for weeks to make sense of it, hoping you’d realize, too. Maybe from others you learned to love another way, so you couldn’t recognize ours. Couldn’t even find a box to place me in. Maybe I was just food for thought, a cocoon of your own trauma, a paperweight in the pit of your stomach where butterflies used to be.

I guess it’s because everyone likes potatoes, but you...you were breaking up with me.

[heartlessromantics]

Learning to let go is like convincing myself water won’t quench my thirst.

[late-nights-and-daydreams]

Hey, thank you so much for offering poets a place to share their work! Do you prefer links? Or copy and paste one poem per ask?

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