It was Thursday
when I felt the first wound.
We fought,
because a past love
still remained,
fresh on your heart.
That was when I
realized,
you were not
ready, to let your past
leave your mind,
and soul.
It was Sunday,
noon after church,
when you said you need
a break,
from me.
You needed some space.
As if space could
make all the feelings
disappear, in a snap.
As if space,
was actually necessary
for the sake of
preserving our fragile
feelings, paper hearts,
and a mind made of
stone.
It was Monday,
when I woke up
late,
you called me,
and started saying
things
I wish I could
forget;
That I was just
another girl.
That I was just
another heart,
you'd like to break.
That I was just
another woman,
you'd run to,
whenever a breakup
happened,
just to be
the person
who could
temporarily
replace your past.
YOU ARE READING
6 am
Poetry6 am is a collection of poems about the worst kind of pain a heartbreak serves. This is the poem to all the lovers that went wrong and too confused to describe how they feel out there.
