4 months...

4 months...

A Poem by Oaktable01
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A poem about a break up

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Its been 4 months since we broke up

You still act your same self

Selfish, inconsiderate, manipulative to say the least

But there were good traits about you as well

Funny, sweet, and a good lover


I wish the positives outweighed the negatives but bumps in the road lead to ditches in the dunes

Your selfish tendencies saw darkness and never light at the end of tunnel

The pain it caused me - a pain I’ve never felt before

A sudden feeling of grievance

Grieving our relationship

Gone.


Our memories thrown out the window

Months of memories and daily conversations with a person whom you share your life with and completely be yourself �" disappearing in seconds

Maybe time and commitment weren’t on your radar but they were on mine

I wasn’t looking for someone to dip my toes in the water with

But someone who I can swim for miles and miles


At the young age of 22 -  kissing frogs until this day has been exhausting

Constantly having that hope that the next one will be my prince

When you find out months down the line that the prince you thought was charming

Ends up being an impostor - life hurls the worst at times.

You got to explore my life

You got to hear stories I’d never share with anyone else

You got to see and feel my body

You got to judge talents that nobody ever new existed or thought I had

You delved into the book of me

To realise that the chapter you skipped was about you

The chapter in my life that has now come to an end

To the book that has endless pages and chapters to yet fulfil

© 2019 Oaktable01


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Added on May 13, 2019
Last Updated on May 13, 2019
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A Poem by Oaktable01