He looked me in the eyes that day,

moments before he walked away. 

I remember, vividly, the face he made, 

Sour, a little bitter, the image in my mind would never fade. 

My expectations were, at the time, exceeded. 

It took plenty of time long after to see he wasn’t what I needed. 

Pay attention to your discomfort in the meantime, 

even if it’s just your mind running on overtime.

I didn’t know what to make of this feeling, 

my stomach was twisting and flipping and turning. 

Now it’s six months later, my heart is still heavy; 

moving on is hard, but my head is a little less messy. 

“Time heals all” but how much time will pass

before I can love someone else?

You cracked my heart made of glass. 

But now more than ever, I’m focused on fixing myself. 

I tell myself you were just hurting, too.