I wrote a poem about a
"semi-broken heart"
but ****, it really
broke this time.

I guess I was expecting
my Prince Charming to
sweep me up in his arms,
not tell me there's another
Princess.

I will never smell Basil again
without remembering
how you taught me to
try new things.

I will never read that book
you always tell me to read,
because I do not want to
be reminded of your
tragically similar brain.

I will send you those cuff links
and accept that I will never
give them to you in person.

It feels so good to feel.