Messy break-ups
haunt song lyrics
and bitter poems
about unfaithful ex’s,
even history books
talk of jilted lovers
and the wars they waged.

But letting you go
felt almost too easy—
it just makes sense
you said one day
over the vanilla shake
we split each week,
and I couldn’t disagree
with logic like that.

Your mom bought me books
about mending things
I barely read,
because maybe
our steady love
was never really
a matter of the heart
after all.