HIM
It didn't feel like a knife.
It felt like a whisper,
like the last flicker of a candle
right before it dies.
She left.
No screams.
No reason.
Just a look—cold and clear—
and the weight of a door that didn't close softly.
I tried to cry,
but the tears didn't come.
Not at first.
Not until I saw her toothbrush missing.
Not until I said something out loud
and no one answered.
I used to think pain made people weak.
That silence was control.
That walking away was strength.
But now—
I see your face
every time the silence presses in.
I think about how I watched you cry.
How I stood there
and let you break
because I could.
And now I understand.
She didn't slam the door—
she just disappeared.
And left me in the middle of a room
I don't recognize
because her absence
changed the shape of it.
Now I know
what it means
to be the one not chosen.
To love someone
who sees you clearly
and walks away anyway.
And you—
you were right to leave me in your past.
You were right
not to warn me
that this was coming.
Maybe some lessons...
should scar.
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Not a Promise, Not a Lie
PoetryNot a Promise, Not a Lie is a story told through poems about two people who loved each other in the wrong way. It's written from both their points of view-hers and his-as they go through love, heartbreak, lies, regret, and what comes after. These po...
