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it hurt me so low
the last time we talked pillow
laying side by side
which is exactly when i realised
i was holding onto something that no longer existed
a list of my flaws for me he had gifted
on display were all of my insecurities exposed
i thought i was ill crazy. but i had been misdiagnosed
everyone else assured me that i was not at all sick
instead they said this situation was “toxic”
i do not even know why i was so sad
when i told him he hurt me he replied “my bad”
this is how i knew it was over
the tables had turned. this time it was not me searching for closure
another poem he has inspired
and i guess one more time is required
About the Creator
Kiesha’s Diary
𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❀
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Comments (2)
In heartbreak we find emotions that we can write about. Hope you're well. Lovely poem!
That comes close to home with anyone.