It wasn’t so much the loss of you, but all the things we’d never do.
It’s done and I’m sad, but fine. Some say it’s not love. I say it’s savage.
You look to your past, guilt, fear, everything but what’s right in front of you.
Know yourself deeply. Make your needs known and leave when they’re not being met.
Getting over you was easy as noticing cute guys in the store.
Believe me, it’s sad. But my heart breaks less these days because I’m wiser.
I left before I got left. Feelings, needs expressed. Dignity intact.
Is it better to see me doing well, or not to see me at all?
Manifestation: Imagining you here but then not letting you go.
Your breakup playlist: Old lyrics sing current truth and repeat mistakes. Music has and always will save my life.