ⓘ Hello fellow web wanderers! You may know me as idog from @idog-graphics! I wanted to make a blog for me to explore the web and share some fun websites that might brighten your day!

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ⓘ tags

🛜 ⧽ web finds

[general findings and blog posts]

🛜 ⧽ ! NEW MAIL !

[reblogs and asks]

Instead of loosing progress in my healing I decided a poem would be better, everything said and done. •^•

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We ended two months ago —

you ran to the same girl

you swore I didn’t need to worry about.

Days after you broke me,

you were hers.

I admit I wasn’t perfect —

I lived inside my regret —

but you were worse,

tearing at every misstep I made,

preaching purity while your hands

were never clean.

You were always cleverer than me —

I could never defend myself

against your cutting tongue.

When we split, I was lost,

hollow,

after I’d carved everyone else out of my life

because you didn’t approve.

Even when my words stumbled,

and my love was quiet,

I sacrificed everything I was

for you —

until I couldn’t remember

who I was,

what I liked,

how to feel anything

without your permission.

I rebuilt myself —

and I hated to admit

I was better off without you.

You were supposed to be my future,

my leader.

Then, on some random Monday night

in the dead of summer,

you texted —

I’m sorry.

I didn’t see it until later,

answered with a single ?,

and you left me on read.

Why?

Why after two months?

Why dig me up

when you’ve buried me so deep

and replaced me so easily?

A hollow apology —

were you checking

to see if I’d still crawl back?

You know I wouldn’t forgive you —

and I won’t.

Still, thank you —

you taught me what it means

to value myself.

I refuse to search

for your reasons,

to bleed again

digging for meaning

where there is none.

I’ve made peace

with never knowing.

You steered every moment

until you broke me open

and left me gasping for answers

that won’t come.

My hatred for you festers —

I won’t let you disturb my sleep

with another word.

I refuse to waste

one more heartbeat

on your ghost.

Your disrespect cut deep enough

for a lifetime —

and I will never question again

how you ever dared

to call that love.

Don’t waste your time.