HIM
You were humming in the kitchen.
Wearing his shirt.
I didn't know it then.
But now—
God, now I can't unsee it.
His cologne clung to you
like a second skin.
And I thought
maybe it was mine.
Maybe I forgot what mine smelled like.
I found the message by accident.
Didn't even mean to look.
But your phone lit up
and there it was.
"Miss you already."
A heart.
Two hearts.
One for me,
and one for someone who had you
while I was still learning to speak your name again.
I didn't say anything at first.
Just watched you laugh,
watched your hands move through your hair
like you weren't already unravelling me.
And when I finally asked—
quiet, scared,
the way you once asked me to stay—
you didn't lie.
You just said,
"I never promised."
You said it like fact.
Like I was foolish
for believing your lips
meant anything more
than habit.
You didn't cry.
Didn't beg.
Didn't even flinch.
You watched me fall
the way I once watched you.
Except you didn't look away.
You wanted me to feel it.
And I did.
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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...
