Left Field
When did I start defining myself through him?
Why can’t I let this go?
I feel bitter, guilty, resentful, justified.
I didn’t know it was possible to hate someone so thoroughly
And still love them so much it aches.
Right now the tiniest action (or inaction)
Is bound to set off either a flood of tears
Or a rage-filled argument.
It will be interesting to see which it will be.
I hope I just cry.
He broke my heart in singular style;
I didn’t even see it coming.
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