HEARTBREAK'S ANTHEM

I stayed on my own,

And I survived.

I didn't die, even if it felt like I did.

I didn't step in front of a bus or drink insecticide.

I survived.

You were just like poison,

Seeping through my veins,

Ruining my thoughts, 

Shriveling my self esteem.

You hated me and made me hate me.

I loved your lies,

I held them to be true,

But, boy, your love was wicked!

Sheer wickedness clothed in oud.

I loved your lies.

I held on for dear life,

Throwing back shot after shot.

Dancing on the bar tables,

A different guy every night.

A futile attempt in moving on.

It didn't work.

I popped pills,

I couldn't feel myself,

And Miss Savage was on hibernation, permanently.

You was supposed to be my man,

My ride or die,

The Romeo to my Juliet,

The Hades to my Persephone,

The ying to my yang.

But nah, you hurt me bad.

And I wondered why I'd cleaned myself up for you.

Why I'd morphed into this person I didn't recognize sometimes.

Love is a sweet pill with a bitter aftertaste.

Your love, that is.

You didn't love me true.

You weren't my answered prayer.

You misunderstood me.

You didn't know my soul.

And you were definitely not the one to rescue me.

You took all of me and gave nothing back.

And I hate that it is still you in my thoughts.

You in my words.

I hate that I still live for you.

But I'm clawing out of the trenches,

My fingers have got dirt in them,

But it doesn't matter.

I'm going to live for me.

I'm going to find love again.

And I'm going to rub it in your face,

Smooth like Tennessee whiskey.

People!

This poem has lots of song lyrics in it.

Yep, some are recognisable at first glance and the others are implied. They're from some of my favorite musicians to listen to, and some I plan on listening to soon (e.g. Chris Stapleton).

So, enjoy this poem, love truly and have a wonderful June!

❤️✨🌴

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