When we met you told me that your heart was a broken song
So I hope you were able to fix it with the pieces you took after shattering mine.
But mine will never be reassembled on solid ground
Because I refuse to break someone else to fill the holes you left behind
And I will learn to love again someday
But a percentage of my heart will always belong to you
And I am learning to be ok with that.
And I know I should be happy for you
Or proud of you
That you moved on so quickly
That you let go so quickly
But the truth is I’m not
The truth is that I’m mad or sad
Or some combination of the two
And I’m not quite sure what it is I’m upset about
But maybe it’s how I knew when I met you that loving you would be letting a Trojan horse through the gates of my heart,
But that I loved you anyway.
Or that kissing you would be a poison so sweet that my lips would never recover,
But I kissed you anyway
Or how when I met you, you reminded me how it felt to be called beautiful
And how every day since then you’ve made me feel like it wasn’t true.
But I listened anyway.
And I know there is statistical probability that every person in our life will be temporary.
But I guess I just thought the odds were in our favor.
And maybe when I met you, I was seduced by how good you are at math, or the way I made you laugh, or so many other things that now just make me sad.
But sadness is the most intoxicating elixir of them all
And the best inspiration for poetry
So I suppose I can thank you for that
Though I wouldn’t really mean it
Because we both know I would never write again if it meant you would still love me.
And some truths are hard to swallow for a reason
But I would rather choke to death than to accept how long I will go on loving you.
And I have so many regrets in this life
Like holding a grudge
Or catching a bat
Like sugar-free fudge
Yet still getting fat
I regret drinking beer
And buying white shoes
But most of all dear
I regret meeting you