Five Stages of a Teenage Heartbreak
I loved you,
And that meant something
Because loving you was the scariest thing
I’d ever done,
And it’s not fair
Because I’m hurting,
And you’re fine.
How is that?
I’m too late
When I try to tell you how I feel
You’re too wrapped up
Too lost in her full, light-skinned body,
Her bright colored eyes,
You must hate me
To love someone so opposite of me.
I was starting to miss you,
Starting to think about you,
Starting to think that I wanted you back,
That it could be better, different this time.
But then I saw your tattoo
In a picture you posted.
You had a tattoo across your chest,
that I used to rest my head on,
The chest that sounded a heartbeat that was just a little off,
You ruined that chest with this ugly tattoo
Of something I can’t quite understand.
I thought I once felt God in that chest,
And now I think there’s a cross there somewhere,
Lost in that tattoo
That will never fade away
Will never be the same
The chest that I loved,
The chest that somehow got my heart to slow down,
To speed up, to skip a beat
Just like yours
That chest that was once home
But that tattoo doesn’t look anything like something that I once loved
It never will again.
There was a time before you,
And I was happy then.
There will be a time after you.
And I will be happy then too.
I no longer remember
Who I was with you.
Thank you for making it easy
For me to let go.