No More Heartbreak

October 10, 2017
By azzyc BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
azzyc BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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I can describe how the tree looks in the spring,
and I can describe why the caged birds sing,
and I can even describe what my first day of kindergarten,
but I will never be able to describe the sadness I felt when it was over.

The words I say will never do it justice,
even if I compare it to loosing a loved one.
I could say that it was like time had stopped,
and my heart had dropped,
but that wouldn’t show anything.

I could say that I missed you,
and everyone asks me if I miss you,
and it confuses me because I see you everyday
so there’s nothing to miss.

Everyone asks me if I regret it,
or why we are still friends,
and why I continue to talk to you.
Did you know that?
They sit around and ask me these things,
yet they know it’s not their decision.
“Exes aren’t meant to be friends, that’s just the way it is.”
And I want to tell them that we are different,
that we spent time apart,
that we have settled our differences,
but nobody seems to listen.

I don’t want to say that I don’t miss you,
but I don’t want to say that I do
because if I do I look hung up
and if I don’t I look disrespectful.

You are my friend,
you are the one I talk to about my crushes,
you are the one I let copy my bio homework when you don’t have it.
But you are no longer my significant other
and I am okay with that.


The author's comments:

I am a 9th grade literary artist at one of the few art schools we have here. I thought of the piece while walking to school after a conversation that I had with my mother the day prior, when we were talking about if I looked more like my mom or my dad. 


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