the five stages of grief (you) (us) (me)

the lines between denying and bargaining are blurred together
everything is blurred together
kinda like how everything is when you dont have your glasses on
blurry, unrecognizable, different

the more i look back the hazier things get.
i knew it was over.
i was the one that said it was,
on impulse sure,
and i did try to take it back

and i don’t really remember what i said.
all i remember is crying
and you talking
almost perfectly
as if nothing bothered you

(and maybe nothing did bother you;
you were waiting for this opportunity to strike again.)

i don’t remember what hurt more:
me leaving you
you leaving me (five months before.)

Published by Robin

Poetry author from Pennsylvania

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