Not a Poem, Just Pain

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I don’t even remember

what happened between us—

but every time I think of you,

my heart just hurts.


It aches in a way

I can’t even explain.

I’m tired of this feeling,

don’t know why it still lingers.


There’s a difference—

heartbreak and heartache.

I’ve felt both.

But this ache...it never left.


It comes back

when I least expect it.

When I see you laugh

with people who aren’t me.


When I hear from others

that you cry, that you miss me—

but you never said it.

Not once. Not to me.


I gave you so many chances.

I waited.

You let them all go.

That’s not on me.


So why am I still crying?

Why now, after all this time?

I thought I was fine...

but then you showed up again.


What do you even want from me?

Why do I still feel like this?

I used to be alright.

Now all I do is, cry all night.


Do you miss me—

or do you just want someone?

Anyone?

I don’t even know anymore.

Comments

  1. VanshApril 17, 2025 at 9:51 PM

    YOU PERISHED YOUR FLESHES FOR LOVE, BOILED THE BLOOD, INEXPLICABLY, ABANDONED YOUR BONES AND PASSIONATELY, DISTILLERY YOU CLASPED YOUR ONENESS, DESPITE THE INHABITUAL ECHOES OF SOUL. TO LOVE SOMEONE FROM THE DUSTED AISLE OF ONENESS AND BLAZE ETERNALLY IS MORE SUBSTANTIAL THAN TO SUSTAIN NOCTURNALLY WITHIN THE ECHOES OF SOUL.

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