Intuitive Goodbye

I’m sorry, baby, but it was never about you.
My heartbreak was never about you.
My heart ached when you no longer
desired my flowers and chocolates
and the sweet nothings
I sometimes still whisper into your ear.
But I’m sorry, baby, it was never about you.
My heart sighed that you no longer
desired me to massage out the knots
that you let me untie
and sometimes I still hold on to.
But I’m sorry, baby, it was never about you.
My heart will always, first and foremost,
belong to me.
And it was me who broke it.

Published byAmanda

Journey of a millennial kombuchaholic, tea fanatic, future holistic dietician, college student who wants to live a zero-waste life filled with love, laughter, and nature

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