Moving On Poem

Poem About Coming To Terms With A Break-Up

A break-up brings about many emotions.

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It all started at the end of summer. She was sad, and I was angry at the things she was sad about. I wanted to make her happy. I can't normally stand to see people sad. So after a long week...

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Published: September 2016

I don't hate you,
Because I still love you.
I can't look at you,
Because it hurts to.
We don't talk,
Because there is nothing left to say.
You apologized,
But I just walked away.
I'm leaving you and the thought of you behind,
Because I just need to clear my mind.
I'm angered because you wasted my time,
Hurt because I believed you were mine,
But I just didn't see the signs.
I guess that's why they say love is blind,
Because you got my heart caught in binds.
Look me in my eyes,
And listen as my heart cries,
Cries out in pain.
This feeling makes me feel like I'm covered in flames,
Until ashes are all that remain.
Thought you were different,
But you're all the same.
Thought this was real,
But it was all a game.
I gave you my love,
And you gave it away.
That's why my heart is blue
And my skies are gray.
Will I ever see the light of day?
Will this dark cloud ever go away?
Or will it follow me for my remaining days?
Grasp all my joy and strip it away?
NO! I am too bold.
Way too bold to be stuck in the cold.
I am way too strong not to carry on.

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  • by Keegan Clark
  • 1 year ago

It all started at the end of summer. She was sad, and I was angry at the things she was sad about. I wanted to make her happy. I can't normally stand to see people sad. So after a long week of considering my feelings, I told her. I told her I would never regret it. I was happy, but I was feeling doubtful in this relationship. I didn't feel trapped, but I felt... unwanted. I felt too free to do what I wanted. I gave my all to show her I loved her. My grades dropped dramatically from all the time I was wasting talking to her, texting her, and waiting for her. She was my number one priority, and I tried my best to keep her happy. One day, somebody came to me with a serious problematic self-hate. Something had happened, and since she had been rejected by somebody, I came to her aide to try to help. She wasn't happy about this. In fact, she was angry. She broke up with me. Then came the fight, and I never will forget how much I hate her. Hating her was a part of moving on I realized.

  • by Arun S. Raj, BANGALORE, KARNATAKA, INDIA
  • 2 years ago

If life is a game, we must be enough of a sport to accept the results. We may win some we may lose some. Not getting disheartened when we lose is the next step towards better results. Optimistic writing. Liked it.

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