Truth, After You
I. @sylviamione
On one sunny Monday,
waiting for you,
I had never seen the sky so blue—
so dreamlike.
Then your text
broke me in half.
How could you say it’s over
when we had so much fun yesterday?
I was hurting so much—
like the way Plath
stuck her head into the oven,
a final betrayal
deeper than heartbreak.
I expected flowers,
not bullets to my chest.
I was with you
through the highs and the lows,
hid my tears,
never made you feel discomfort—
and suddenly,
the moments you said you’d never forget
you give to someone new.
As if all those laughs
and smiles
meant nothing.
So I wonder—
were you ever sincere from the start?
Are you even sincere with her now?
Does she know
her ending
might look like mine?
Once, I was a lover girl
who followed you everywhere.
Now I’m just a shadow
lurking in the dark—
forgotten.
Love and light
haven’t been the same for me.
But at least now
I know what you really are.
II. @traveledlight
I trusted you
to hold the knife to my chest—
I never expected
you’d actually push it in.
At first, I couldn’t breathe,
the shock paralyzing me
every morning I woke up.
You couldn’t possibly mean it.
Not forever.
But days passed,
and I gave it time—
the healer of things, right?
But your final words
twisted in me,
a mixed acceptance
poisoned with longing
and disbelief—
and the blood
hasn’t stopped spilling since.
And I wonder,
with your blood-stained hands,
if I was ever real to you,
or just a place you stayed
until something quieter
felt easier to hold.
I used to believe
what we had
meant something permanent—
but now I see
how quickly forever
can be rewritten.
You didn’t just leave.
You replaced the meaning
of everything we were.
And I’m left here
trying to understand—
if I lost you,
or if I finally saw you
for what you’ve always been.