It’s been what feels like forever
since I last saw you.
Thirteen months without you
thirteen months,
and I’m still pulling your roots
out of my head,
planting something new.
I see you one day,
and it all comes back
the hurt,
the betrayal,
the love.
I can pretend to hate you,
but the love I had
doesn’t just leave.
I try one last time
but I don’t need you anymore.
Maybe I never did.
I’m no longer drowning.
I can breathe
on my own.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
It’s been what feels like forever
since I last saw you.
Thirteen months without you
thirteen months,
and I’m still pulling your roots
out of my head,
planting something new.
I see you one day,
and it all comes back
the hurt,
the betrayal,
the love.
I can pretend to hate you,
but the love I had
doesn’t just leave.
I try one last time
but I don’t need you anymore.
Maybe I never did.
I’m no longer drowning.
I can breathe
on my own.
The sixth poem in my short series