On Day 3

My Broken Heart

You dropped a bomb on me.
Like Hiroshima,
I didn't see it coming.


"We need to talk."

And then for two days,
you disappeared.


On Day 3 you resurrected
and you seemed more concerned
about yourself than my feelings.


I sat in silence as you
vented to me your week
and I stood in awe.


In one conversation,
my love for you had faded
replaced by resentment.


I trusted you with my heart
but you threw it away
like it was worthless.

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Inspired by: "I Have Questions" by Camila Cabelo

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Not On The Same Page Poem

Talking to and not at is paramount. Well said.