Not Poetry... or is it?
Maybe the hurt of my heart is poetic..
Maybe the way she dismissed me.. innocently, yet cruelly.. was poetic.
Maybe the tears that wet my cheeks, was poetic..
Maybe the fact that she led me on & tossed me aside then used me after the fact.. was poetic..
Maybe the Universe did send me into her life to accomplish this simple task..
and maybe that was poetic.
Maybe me hurting everytime I see her, smell her, say hi to her... is poetic
Maybe me still checking if she made it home each night.. is poetic.
Maybe the stake in my heart.... yeah, surely poetic.
Maybe taking myself to see that movie tonight was poetic..
Maybe taking the first step to loving myself even when she doesn't.. is poetic.
Maybe I'll be ok.. maybe that's fucking poetic.

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