linger

i burned all ur love letters

i threw away the gifts

any leftover remnants of u

all the photos & messages

gone forever

i may have left u 4 months ago

but u lingered for a while

don’t let it get to ur head, ur nothing special

just the first person to show me that kind of love

a trauma bond

u opened my wounds, & bandaged them with an “i’m sorry”

& “i’ll change”

empty promises, they’re all the same

u had to lie to keep me & to be worthy of me

what a world

what was real?

i question everything now

are u happy?

i should never have had to learn how to walk away

but i did, even with the heavy ache

& i chose that over the loneliness of staying

with every passing month

& breakup anniversary,

i learn to forget u better

i learn to live without u better

what a life

i’m not even able to miss u properly because what is there to miss?

the sleepless nights?

the nightmares when i finally could sleep?

the ache in my chest & tummy?

the stress of being with u?

u stole so much from me

things i’ll never get back

time i will never get back

i have to let it go

just like ur letters

i watched them slowly burn

allowing myself catharsis

allowing myself to grieve

so, i grieve.

One response to “linger”

  1. A raw and courageous poem about grief after a relationship that left wounds. The burning of the letters symbolizes the act of letting go, of choosing one’s own peace even amidst the pain. There is no idealized nostalgia, but rather clarity: understanding that leaving is also a form of self-love and that grief is necessary to live again.

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