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2 months

December 8, 2020
By Anonymous

2 months have passed. 

Since you broke my brittle heart

For 6 months I tried to fix you

Little did I know you were slowly breaking me

Now I look at you trying to recognize a person I know

But you've changed

No longer the boy who brought me flowers, told me his secrets

Your eyes no longer look at me with love 

I sense your presence from across the room

Your face haunting my dreams, 

Do I still haunt you? Have you forgotten me? Have you moved on?

A quick awkward glace in the hallway

The hallway where you used to walk me to math class

Holding my hand, until you had to let go

Our hallway. 

With that single look, My breath is gone, 

Breathe in, breathe out 

The anxiety takes over my body like a virus

Muscles tense, heart races, fists clench

I try to catch my breath, scared of what you'll think

Can you see the girl you made me?

Can you see this mess of a person you left to rot?


But you walk away

 as though we never met

Am I crazy, are we strangers?

But you don't spend all summer crying over a stranger

I want to yell your name, scream out an apology, rewind to a before

Oh, Take me back to the calls until 2 am

The smell of your hair, the warmth of your hugs

Take me back to when It was us against them

The days when you were more than just a memory  


I hate you

Doubled over on the bathroom floor.

Will I ever walk again? Breathe again? Live again?

I can't do this without you!

I see the hospital bed 

My body, broken from heartache

Doctors try to diagnose me but there is no cure for a broken heart

The agony of my mother’s cry as I don't wake up

But, I’ve found a new lover

A secret lover

He lives in a bottle

Small, white and circular

Oh what a physique

Dates with him never followed by tears

He makes me forget about all my fears

Filling me with joy, I can't get enough

Of this high that he brings me with each kiss to my lips

I do remember that day

After I passed you in our hallway’

I needed to see him, hold him, feel him on my tongue

Open the cabinet to see him resting under my hairbrush 

That day I take a little too much

But a little too much is what I have to do

To forget that I ever loved you

Only now the thought of you becomes distant

Only now can I forget that 

2 months have passed. 


The author's comments:

Writing this poem helped me let go, move on and express myself. I hope sharing this will maybe relate to someone going through something similar. Please dont give up, remeber it gets better and when your at rock bottom the only place to go is up. 


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