I wrote this poem in June of 2022.

Our story needed to end and today feels like the definitive ending
You’ll never give me the consistency in love I need
And I’ll never birth the baby you wanted
We’re too different, we’re too alike
and I sarcastically and constantly ask myself “are we having fun yet”
Sometimes we did but most of the time I never understood where I stood
So block me and , forget me
You’ll never be enough for me and I’ll never be enough for you

Good poem, it means a lot, and it is like a mirror to me and my life, which I believe is the same with a lot of people… here is a poem i wrote 2 years ago that is like a response to that:
My Heart:
When my heart opens tears just come down and fall/
I can’t stop them with towel or eyelid wall./
Gloom locks my heart and feeds mere surviving./
Joy opens my heart and sustains its thriving./
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