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Him
I dimmed the light that once felt mine,
a glow I never meant to lose.
I over-read the shadows,
let voices crowd the room
where only two hearts should’ve stood.

My friends stepped in uninvited,
their words sharp,
their timing cruel.
My best friend said things
I never thought I’d fear,
and suddenly love felt too close,too heavy for one heart to hold alone.

I lost him —
and the blame circles back to me.
A random Tuesday evening,
I broke us apart
pretending it didn’t hurt,
pretending I wasn’t shattering.
But I cried until the world blurred
and wished the pain would quiet.

He said he’d save her before me,
and though it stung,
I didn’t stop loving him.
Didn’t stop wanting him.
Didn’t stop trusting the way he held my heart.
We clicked so fastI thought I was dreaming,
and maybe I was —
maybe I never fully woke up.

He still lives in the corners of my mind,
in the quiet moments,
in the ache behind every breath.
I wonder if he feels the echo too,
or if I was just a passing joke
in a story he already closed.

Every time I think of him,
my chest tightens,
my breath stumbles,
and I wish he were here —
not to save me,
but simply to stay.

Answer 1

That hits deep. But if you are not his number one, close the door and never look back, run as fast as you can. Someone out there wants to treat you like the princess you are and make you the priority every day. Ask me how I know. This is a great poem though, proud of you!!