This might be hard to understand

Hard to comprehend

Hard to accept that I’m not broken

That the torture did nothing to sway me

I am not your love poem

I am not your forgotten book

I am not your broken verse

Nor your possession

I have no tears for you

No tears to spare this occasion

You did not earn my brokenness

You could not even throw the stone

I was just a melody in your mind

Played over and over and over again

Until you bored of its song

Erased my name from your playlist

But I have no tears for you

Your song was merely a segue

A lesson learned along the way

One step closer to finding my chorus