How can you be perfectly fine?
After cutting me to the core
Pain doesn't dull even with wine
I am crying my eyes out but what for?
The promises that you didn't keep
Or the time you held me when I did weep
Regrets of why I let you cut me so deep
Or longing for a cuddle and to dreamlessly sleep
If you are the one to blame
Why is my heart burning in this flame?
How can you be perfectly fine?
Showing up smiling at my door
We had always walked a very thin line
Then, what am I even crying for?
You didn't love me and never will
The hollow promises you never tried to fill
Do you have a heart cause this kind of acting sure is a skill
How do you have the audacity to say 'It was just for a thrill' ?
How did I love someone like you, am I a moron?
But...why do I miss you now that you are long gone?
How can you be perfectly fine?
After we bid a final farewell at the shore
I didn't lose just you but my life's shine
Shall I tell you all this, but what for?
Just for you to take my heart and stomp on it
Once again, kill me daily, bit by bit
Show affection via an adorable chit
Then, leaving only a note of 'Sorry, it's over. I quit'
I remember sliding down the wall, reading it, screaming
'He would never-This isn't from him-I must be dreaming'
How can you be perfectly fine?
As if you didn't stab my back in the war
Be honest, were you ever even mine?
If not, then, what am I even mourning for?
How are you shining after leaving me shattered?
But I am not crying because I am bruised and battered
You are perfectly fine after losing a true lover
And I am weeping for the loss of a traitor undercover
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Hey there, depressed souls! Here is your Sunday poem. It was yet another genre shift because I realized that I indeed enjoy writing breakup poems once in a while. It gives me a change while still staying depressive and gloomy like anything, thus, suiting my overall theme of poems because to be honest, gloomy and depressive poems are just my thing. Writing happy and motivating poems once in a while is fun, but my heart keeps coming back to these. Weird, I know.
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