For the years we were together,
my birthday wish was always the same.
my entire family surrounding me, yet my eyes found yours.
They always did.
I'd look into your eyes as you and my other loved ones sung me happy birthday,
and I'd wish for forever with you.
I could feel my heart racing, my stomach knotting, my soul praying.
If i could ask for ONE thing to come true-
and stay true-
It was us.
All l ever wanted was to be loved by you.
Funny, now, how all those birthday wishes were in vain.
—Because we no longer talk.
In crowded rooms, the ghost of your absence is present.
When I talk and get spoken over, there's nobody turning to me, gesturing for me to continue.
My passenger seat remains empty,
The songs we'd sing together are now sung by one instead of two.
At night, when I stretch out my right leg
and arm, theres no warm body to curl around.
I knew you hated when my cold feet would touch your legs.
I'd joke that you ran hot because you were hot, you'd laugh and call me a dork,
or you'd roll your eyes and smile.
I'd tease back a "yet you love me"
You were my one wish.
The one thing I wanted from this life was you.
—Now we don't talk anymore
Not a day goes by that you don't pass my mind.
It's exhausting, mourning the love I had for you,
the love you had for me,
and also accepting the awful way you treated me towards the end of us.
Knowing and seeing the proof of what you did to me.
Learning to accept betrayal from the person I had learned to trust the most,
more than my own family.
You were my person.
My future;
my future fiancé, my future wife,
the future mother to our kids
—And now we don't talk anymore
I no longer know your schedule by memory,
I have no idea how you spend your days.
I wonder what you do when you have a migraine.
Who grabs the Excedrin from the bathroom cabinet?
Who's grabbing your cold compress from the freezer when it hurts so bad you can't get up?
Do you do it all yourself now?
Or have you moved on already?
While your spot beside me remains empty,
has mine already been filled?
Does somebody else cook for you?
Are the songs we used to sing being sung with another?
Do you still think about me?
Probably not.
—Because we no longer talk anymore.
It leaves behind a bitter resentment I'm not used to carrying–
something sickening, mixed between anger and grief.
Knowing I'm no longer part of your life, that i'll never see you smile, laugh, or cry again.
That people who met you after me get the pleasure of being in your life
But I don't.
You cheated on me and still I love you;
and a part of my hates you so much for making and letting me love you,
for letting me imagine and believe we had a future together and then leaving me all alone.
You left me in the worst way possible and you don't care.
I used to think I knew you so well, I could read you for the most part even if some days there were parts of you I felt you didn't let me see
But I have my answer now,
because we no longer talk.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 11:47 PM UTC
For the years we were together,
my birthday wish was always the same.
my entire family surrounding me, yet my eyes found yours.
They always did.
I'd look into your eyes as you and my other loved ones sung me happy birthday,
and I'd wish for forever with you.
I could feel my heart racing, my stomach knotting, my soul praying.
If i could ask for ONE thing to come true-
and stay true-
It was us.
All l ever wanted was to be loved by you.
Funny, now, how all those birthday wishes were in vain.
—Because we no longer talk.
In crowded rooms, the ghost of your absence is present.
When I talk and get spoken over, there's nobody turning to me, gesturing for me to continue.
My passenger seat remains empty,
The songs we'd sing together are now sung by one instead of two.
At night, when I stretch out my right leg
and arm, theres no warm body to curl around.
I knew you hated when my cold feet would touch your legs.
I'd joke that you ran hot because you were hot, you'd laugh and call me a dork,
or you'd roll your eyes and smile.
I'd tease back a "yet you love me"
You were my one wish.
The one thing I wanted from this life was you.
—Now we don't talk anymore
Not a day goes by that you don't pass my mind.
It's exhausting, mourning the love I had for you,
the love you had for me,
and also accepting the awful way you treated me towards the end of us.
Knowing and seeing the proof of what you did to me.
Learning to accept betrayal from the person I had learned to trust the most,
more than my own family.
You were my person.
My future;
my future fiancé, my future wife,
the future mother to our kids
—And now we don't talk anymore
I no longer know your schedule by memory,
I have no idea how you spend your days.
I wonder what you do when you have a migraine.
Who grabs the Excedrin from the bathroom cabinet?
Who's grabbing your cold compress from the freezer when it hurts so bad you can't get up?
Do you do it all yourself now?
Or have you moved on already?
While your spot beside me remains empty,
has mine already been filled?
Does somebody else cook for you?
Are the songs we used to sing being sung with another?
Do you still think about me?
Probably not.
—Because we no longer talk anymore.
It leaves behind a bitter resentment I'm not used to carrying–
something sickening, mixed between anger and grief.
Knowing I'm no longer part of your life, that i'll never see you smile, laugh, or cry again.
That people who met you after me get the pleasure of being in your life
But I don't.
You cheated on me and still I love you;
and a part of my hates you so much for making and letting me love you,
for letting me imagine and believe we had a future together and then leaving me all alone.
You left me in the worst way possible and you don't care.
I used to think I knew you so well, I could read you for the most part even if some days there were parts of you I felt you didn't let me see
But I have my answer now,
because we no longer talk.
This prose poem is about the ultimate betrayal by someone you loved. It's a person (me) who is emotionally exhausted. Reliving the relationship and trying to come to terms with how it ended. Trying my best to connect the person I love and trust, to the person who hurt me so deeply. Mourning my life and future with this person. But also trying to come to terms with the feeling of anger, and resentment towards somebody I still deeply love—despite what she had done to me.
