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You're not sorry

  • Foto del escritor: Jadirh González
    Jadirh González
  • 20 may 2024
  • 2 Min. de lectura

And do you know what the worst part is?

One day we'll meet on the street,

I'll wear a mask of grace,

Hiding resentment beneath.


You'll say, "Let's stay friends,

And not ruin what we have."

Your words, hollow and trite,

Just a cover for your path.


You flit from one man to another,

Lamenting the ideal you can't find.

But the one who could still love you,

Was here, you left him behind.


You betrayed me, and I know,

You'll never feel regret.

I loved you at your worst,

But it took you two weeks to forget.


I guess you didn't cheat,

But you're still a traitor in my eyes.

I stood there, broken,

While you moved on with lies.


Someone asked me recently,

"How's your dating life these days?"

I answered, "It isn't,

No dates, no love, just a haze."


Have you been on any apps?

Do you plan to give it a try?

No, no, no, and no again,

I've no heart left to supply.


I read all your self-help books,

Thought they'd make me smart.

But here I am, stupid, obsessive little me,

With a shattered heart.


You left me crying,

Wondering what I did wrong.

I hope you're happy now,

I wish you all the best, lifelong.


But deep down, there's a storm,

A fury that won't subside.

You stole my peace, my dreams,

Left me empty inside.


Every night I lie awake,

Haunted by your ghost.

A love turned into ashes,

Of what I cherished most.


I scream into the silence,

Bitter tears upon my face.

You moved on without a care,

While I'm stuck in this place.


One day you'll wake up lonely,

Realize what you lost.

But by then, I'll be long gone,

Healed from the cost.


Yet now, I burn with anger,

A fire you ignited deep.

I curse the day I met you,

In this sorrow, I weep.


But I'll rise from these ruins,

Stronger than before.

Your memory will fade,

As I close this chapter’s door.

 
 
 

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