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On Day 3
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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.
Not On The Same Page Poem
Talking to and not at is paramount. Well said.