Chronic Heartbreak

Eight and a half years—an eternity and a moment,

A lifetime built on fragile atonement.

We danced through storms, clung tight in the rain,

But love became a language of pain.

You were my home, my chaos, my calm,

A bittersweet hymn, a healing, a harm.

I held on through the twists, the highs, the despair,

Until my hands bled from gripping thin air.

I let you go, though my soul fought back,

Knowing the path with you was cracked.

Not all love heals, not all love survives,

Some just lingers, a ghost in our lives.

I walk away, my heart in shards,

The weight of our past still leaves its scars.

They say with time, the ache will fade,

But this heartbreak feels like it’s here to stay.

How do you unlove what shaped who you are?

How do you release a love so bizarre?

It wasn’t healthy; it wasn’t right,

But it still felt like home on the loneliest nights.

The rollercoaster stopped, I stepped off the track,

Yet I long for the highs, though I can't go back.

I know I’m free; I know I’m whole,

But his shadow lingers in my soul.

Maybe someday, this ache will relent,

And the time we spent will feel well spent.

But for now, I carry this chronic ache,

A love I had no choice but to break.

~RMC