This is a unique feeling, new to me…
Watching friends debate the economy.
Yet it’s not the debate I’m focused on,
But my ex, right behind me. Save me John!
I am locked in a debate in my heart;
“I miss her,” “I don’t,” tearing me apart.
I really shouldn’t miss that ******* *****
She made me feel so loved, only to ditch
Me just when I thought it was going well-
Sent my soul spiraling down into hell.
I do not know how she moved on so quick…
It’s been a month, but it still makes me sick
To think of the love that we used to share-
The love she threw away without a care.
It’s been a fun day, I love to debate,
But now my heart rate seems to elevate-
It’s a physical pain, that tug and pull-
Like my heart’s been replaced with a black hole.
My mind debates, “Do I love her or not?”
Is she happy now, or does she too rot?
Do I want her to miss me? I don’t know…
But I’m trying my hardest to let go.
My body’s more divided than Congress-
Why can it not just hurt a little less?
**** lithium and China, I’m so done,
I don’t know what’s happened- I hope we won.
I’m going to shut off love for a bit,
So that it’s easier for me to sit
Oh so close to her, yet so far away!
Why’s it so hard to keep heartbreak at bay?
Do I want her to love me? -or to hate?
Not P.F., but this, is the real debate.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 12:11 PM UTC
This is a unique feeling, new to me…
Watching friends debate the economy.
Yet it’s not the debate I’m focused on,
But my ex, right behind me. Save me John!
I am locked in a debate in my heart;
“I miss her,” “I don’t,” tearing me apart.
I really shouldn’t miss that ******* *****
She made me feel so loved, only to ditch
Me just when I thought it was going well-
Sent my soul spiraling down into hell.
I do not know how she moved on so quick…
It’s been a month, but it still makes me sick
To think of the love that we used to share-
The love she threw away without a care.
It’s been a fun day, I love to debate,
But now my heart rate seems to elevate-
It’s a physical pain, that tug and pull-
Like my heart’s been replaced with a black hole.
My mind debates, “Do I love her or not?”
Is she happy now, or does she too rot?
Do I want her to miss me? I don’t know…
But I’m trying my hardest to let go.
My body’s more divided than Congress-
Why can it not just hurt a little less?
**** lithium and China, I’m so done,
I don’t know what’s happened- I hope we won.
I’m going to shut off love for a bit,
So that it’s easier for me to sit
Oh so close to her, yet so far away!
Why’s it so hard to keep heartbreak at bay?
Do I want her to love me? -or to hate?
Not P.F., but this, is the real debate.
Yeah, this really won't make sense if you've never done Highschool Debate, but regardless, I think the fight and pain is clear
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