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A "poem" I wrote for an almost-love that wanted to be casual (Fwb). considering sending it to him

Theasylumsystem

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What words could soothe a broken heart? Broken bones do not mend with kind words. Lovely phrases never stop bleeding. I write this at night, Mother Earth as my witness. I’ve written many things on a night like tonight.

I thought I would write love poems about you. Started to plan a life with space for you in it. Maybe I got attached too soon. Maybe I should be over it already, but I can’t deny how much I wanted you. The sky cries with me in the darkness of night. Our sorrow and hurt are in every drop and tear. She feels my pain and soothes my hurt as she has so many nights before now, and I’m sure many nights after this one.

Nights that won’t include you in them… Nights that will be spent alone or maybe in the arms of another. I just needed you to know that I wanted you. I wanted you so much it ached. I wanted you so much that I begged and pleaded and cried. I wanted you so much that I dismissed myself entirely. I said yes to being not quite lovers, said yes through the breaking of my heart. Said yes because I wasn’t ready to lose you.

I almost could’ve called it love. Maybe these words mean nothing to you at all. If they don’t, then I suppose I never made an impression upon you at all. Getting to know you was so fun and so joyous. I tried to memorize so much. The way you smile. The way you laugh. I misjudged how much I mattered to you. I always felt like I was living in someone else’s shadow. Someone I never met, but they still held your love.

We will pass through this life, and maybe we’ll completely forget about it all. We will not remember blissful summer nights, sweet kisses, and marks on skin. Talking about the future like it were in the palm of our hands. How could I ever be your friend? For me, it is impossible. Not when I felt so close to loving you.

Friends, you share a beer or a laugh. Even close friends don’t know the vast expanses of your skin. Don’t know the way you moan or laugh. How could I ever congratulate you on a new lover? I will reserve myself from that heartbreak in place of another. Our final Goodbye.

Despite it all, I wish you happiness. May you have such a wonderful life, filled with joy and warmth and peace. Thank you for the joy. Thank you for the giddy laughs and shy smiles. Thank you for everything. Goodbye.
 
Sending it to them would be a seriously dick move.

Do you usually try to hurt your exes -or people you have feelings for- when those feelings aren’t returned, or you want different things?

Don’t get me wrong, I can absolutely see how it would have been cathartic &/or illuminating to write… especially IF you either mean the very last paragraph, as it is in such opposition to the rest of the letter, or that’s the road in front of you you’re driving. As processing for one’s own self? The entire letter is beautiful, bordering on profound. Actually giving it to someone, however? Completely changes it to… Venom wrapped in cotton candy, with the last paragraph one of those “no offense!” chasers, after having been incredibly offensive. Or the preemptive-revenge f*ck, to make sure the person you broke up with 2 minutes ago won’t try to talk you into staying, but are hurt and angry enough to never want to see you again. (In this case the offensiveness = Emotional blackmail, guilt trips, narcissistic blame shifting, dehumanising/dismissive, & disgust/contempt.).

So that’s how I see it.

Either beautiful bordering on profound, or manipulative assholery.
 
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Sending it to them would be a seriously dick move.

Do you usually try to hurt your exes -or people you have feelings for- when those feelings aren’t returned, or you want different things?

Don’t get me wrong, I can absolutely see how it would have been cathartic &/or illuminating to write… especially IF you either mean the very last paragraph, as it is in such opposition to the rest of the letter, or that’s the road in front of you you’re driving. As processing for one’s own self? The entire letter is beautiful, bordering on profound. Actually giving it to someone, however? Completely changes it to… Venom wrapped in cotton candy, with the last paragraph one of those “no offense!” chasers, after having been incredibly offensive. Or the preemptive-revenge f*ck, to make sure the person you broke up with 2 minutes ago won’t try to talk you into staying, but are hurt and angry enough to never want to see you again. (In this case the offensiveness = Emotional blackmail, guilt trips, narcissistic blame shifting, dehumanising/dismissive, & disgust/contempt.).

So that’s how I see it.

Either beautiful bordering on profound, or manipulative assholery.
Yeah I've re-read this without the blindness of the height of my emotions. I don't intend to hurt anyone just because I'm feeling hurt. I just needed to write about it.
 
I do, but I'm learning to accept that it won't be the reality. I want him, but he only wants me sexually. It just wouldn't be good for my heart to continue having any relationship with him. I'm slowly getting over my heartbreak
Getting over heartbreak is such a painful thing to go through. Your poem and how you are reflecting sounds really healthy. .I second not sending the poem. This is your journey and I think it unlikely he will take the poem in a way that assists you with that journey. And part of healing from heartbreak is understanding it is your journey without them, so including them won't help.
 

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