Slowly

Slowly, I’m getting used to it. I’m getting used to the hole that’s left in my heart. The hole that isn’t going to be fixed by anyone around me. It’s a hole that’s going to heal by itself through time.

Eventually, all the poems that I wrote just for him are going to end up in the trash because I can’t keep them anymore. It’s not because I don’t mean the words in those poems. I just want to forget the pain that I felt while writing them, so I’m putting them away.

Someday, I’ll find someone who’s willing to keep me in his life. The time will come when I won’t be confused anymore about whether he likes me or not because it’s going to be clear from the start.

Little by little, all these tears in my eyes will dry up. For now, I will cry all the pain I’m feeling inside until the time that I can say that I don’t love him anymore.

Sooner or later, I will be fine. It’s going to be hard for some time, but sooner or later, it will be over.