I was standing in front of you on the porch.
You were getting ready to leave to go
But you’d said you needed to talk to me
and my anxiety was high so I asked you to tell me.
My heart dropped.
My breath stopped.
My soul shattered.
You had a feel-bad tone of voice;
Your posture was straight on and you were in a
bit of a rush.
You left me standing there,
Dazed and shocked.
It was Valentine’s Day.
I choked on my emotions;
Tried to keep it together.
The conversation that followed with
your mom started in a blur and ended with her apologizing to me.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know what to say.
The hurt was so overwhelming I almost didn’t
feel it at all.
The months that followed after that came with fighting.
Trying to fix it.
But you didn’t love me anymore.
And those words left wounds on me that kept bleeding;
Wounds that kept me stuck in that very moment
for even a year after,
Wounds that never healed.
You moved on and kept living.
Kept being you.
But I’m still right where you left me,
Standing on that porch,
Frozen in my hurt.
Because you still don’t love me.