does anyone else have a half-broken heart? Like, the half that isn't yours?
How do I mourn a love I didn't share? Where are the poems for the wordless misery of ducking behind the paper towel display to avoid someone you didn't love back?
The aching guilt of wishing that you did, the frustration of being caught in something you didn't want, the anger at how unfair it all is?
Why doesn't anyone warn you how the echo in your head goes on for so long...
"I've been in love with you for the last six months."
and the words "I'm sorry" are poisoned to you for days afterwards, petty and weak and inadequate and useless, and when you see them at work a year later your breathing still goes wrong and your stomach gets tight and everything's closing in and nothing is safe and you hate it hate it because you cared about them, you still do, the memories still make you smile, they didn't do anything wrong, it's you that must be wrong somehow and what if this means you don't deserve being loved back someday because how could you, but you couldn't help it and what do you do
And sometimes at night under your pillow where your best friend can't talk you down, you try to imagine loving them back and can't, it's all wrong, I'm sorry I'm sorry
And your brother says I talked to him and he's fine and he's over it and you need to stop thinking about it
You remember and you hate it and you want to know why...
Maybe someday we'll both be okay
Where I can't hurt you and you won't remember me
And I'll hear a song about the quiet sorrow of being the one who had to break someone else's heart, and I'll be able to smile and go on with my day
I will be able to let go of your half of a broken heart.
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