Lump

Thu, 02/06/2020 - 16:21 -- Teahlk

There's a lump in the back of my throat that doesn't seem to go away.
Maybe this is because I refuse to cry over a boy who shed no tears for me. As the cycle repeats itself I am once again the girl who is left behind. My feelings linger longer than any of those who have loved me and I cant help that when I said I loved you I meant it. And you didn't.
Maybe the lump aches because my optimism gets the best of me. I convinced myself over and over that we were fine and everything was fine. And you forgot to tell me that we weren't.
But I can't place the blame on you because even after you rip through every piece of me with teeth as sharp as needles I love you unconditionally for it.
So I must place the blame on myself.
I am at fault.
I ruin everything.
I ruined us.
Maybe the lump in the back of my throat remains there to remind me that so many others carry this same lump in the back of their throats. Through this lump, I can feel the pain of my sisters and the heartbreak of my brothers and maybe, just maybe, we'll all be okay.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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