Heartbreak, already written.

Laughter became a language,
seconds to be understood.
Parallels kept happening,
& we stood somewhere in the middle of it all.

It was love—
or so I thought.
Sweet magic,
now a distant confusion.

Heartbreak—
already written.

I’m left,
a book on a shelf,
collecting old love letters.

i love you—unsaid
lives under the bed.

We were in love,
too-good-to-be-true love.

It’s the morning after—
a heart bleeding cold on the floor.
Your shoes still warm by the door.

You chose disappearance over goodbye.

Later—I will say this didn’t ruin me.
Earlier—I was too deep in love to see the signs.