Her
I cried for a week straight
Wondering what I did, staying up late

I was inconsolable, constant tears
Wondering if I had wasted those years

Fears of the future, I need a suture
Questioning if the end was mutual

The emotional tsunami passed by me
By day nine, see…I had someone to lay beside me

I know X is fine, I’m the prize
I don’t need to be in a situation that causes my demise

Him
I forget how many months have past, but I still wonder
How do I let go to be beyond her

I ponder if this is normal grieving
Staying in the gym, closely watching what I’m eating

I need to look and feel good for me
Maybe this will lessen the pain I feel when my heart beats

Doing my best to not think of X, it is no use
No need to pursue someone else with my blown love fuse

Believing it will get better is key
I’m not getting better for them, but for me