Question

Read my poem. Im not for criticism its a poem I wrote after my breakup:

You’ll never understand the way you made me break,
I hate that I still love you while my heart begins to ache.
I’m sitting by my phone now, like a loser in the dark,
Just waiting for the notice that would usually leave a spark.
I wish we never met, because it hurts to know the truth:
I wasn’t just an ex to blame for everything in youth.
It wasn’t that our love was just too heavy for the frame,
It’s that you thought I was too much, and turned it to a game.
Instead of getting offensive, while I stood there on defense,
We could have worked it out if you had shown some common sense.
You told me that you "needed just a minute" to reflect,
Then blocked my number out of nowhere, leaving me wrecked.
You got so overwhelmed the second that I needed care,
And left me with a deeper pain than I could ever bear.
You swore you weren't like other guys, you said you were unique,
But you are so much worse than them, it makes my spirit weak.
Because I actually loved you, and believed the words you said,
You called me so damn pretty, now it spins inside my head.
Why on earth say that you love me, just to move on in a flash?
To leave me with a promise that you turned to absolute ash.
I got a bitter ending from a man I thought was true,
I never want you back again—but God, I also do.
So I cry, and I cry, until my heavy tears are dry,
I miss you and I hate you, and I’m forced to say goodbye.
Maybe cutting contact is the best way to get through,
But it's weird to feel the silence from the space that once was you.

Answer 1

How did it make you feel?