Tag: hurt

  • Sweetheart

    Did you think of me while you were in her?

    It unraveled me to know

    How could you move on so quickly?

    It taints my memory like a stain

    I can’t say it aloud; there’s no need

    Now, your sweetheart sits, attached to the memory of you

    To the way that I remember you

    In the way that I remember us

    Sweetheart

    That’s the hardest part

    It wasn’t just one night, or how quickly you moved on

    It’s that now, when I do think of you,

    the way you’d look at me or the way you’d say my name

    Something about it feels heavy

    The memory of cracking your knuckles, knowing to skip one whose pop was too sharp

    Sweetheart

    You thought I would never know

    That it would mean nothing

    only one night

    white sheets, closed curtains

    The irony of a hotel in your city

    It would be forgotten by morning

    Sweetheart

    It meant everything to me

    I would never wish the pain of such realization on another

    Sweetheart

    I protected the good in you and clung to the thought that this was for the better

    You did this for the better.

    Sweetheart

    You have tainted every memory of us

    Was it real?

    Did you love me in the ways I loved you?

    fully,

    patiently,

    in the staying?

    Now, I wonder the reasons you left

    Why wasn’t I enough to stay

    Sweetheart

    I know

    I am not easy to rest with

    I feel deeply, and I want the things you fear

    Sweetheart

    I was real

    I was not temporary

    I realize the simplicity now

    My place in your life

    I wasn’t important

    I question how I could have felt so intentionally while you were timing your exit carefully

    Sweetheart

    I don’t feel the same anymore

    I loved you with no plan

    Sweetheart

    The scariest part wasn’t losing you

    It was the loss of the version of me who believed love was enough

    So much in me has shifted because of you

    Sweetheart

    Would you want to be loved by you?

    I ask myself this when I feel bitter

    Because the answer has been yes

    To love is a gift

    But to be loved?

    It is genuine and abundant

    It never withholds, it gives all that it has

    I did that with you

    I want to be loved that way

    Sweetheart

    Would you?

    Would you wish to receive the love you give?

    Only you know

    Sweetheart

    and even now, after it all

    I hope you never miss me the way I miss you

    I know that you don’t

    I would never wish you such ache

    Even now,

    sweetheart

    I wish you everything and more

    Everything that you couldn’t find in me.

    You’ll look for it in her

    Sweetheart