the seed of truth


the adrenaline rush of the curtain call
the standing ovation
seemingly muffled in feeling
by his arm tightly
wrapped around her waist
the suit he last wore
when he danced with me
he didn’t think i saw
but i’ve come to realize
the pain he has inflicted
upon me
has caused me to
go numb
no longer do i gaze lovingly
into his eyes
nor admire him
in his whole being
he is a broken man
who keeps
-kept
breaking me
i left him in the car
the taste of his
“i love you”
still lingering on his lips
while i devour
the last laugh
knowing the seed of truth
will sprout
and blossom
and become concrete,
large enough
to share with him:
i don’t love him
i’m not sure
i even like him
anymore
he is not the one
with whom i
fell in love
or maybe
i was never honest with myself
all along

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reflections after someone i loved moved on