A Poem...
B. B.
Dumped Me.
Poor Me.
No more B. B.
Sob.
I will confess, that it may not be a particularly good poem.
But why don't you allow someone to break up with you for the reason that they aren't really ready to date yet, and because it scares them how much they like you, and because you deserve better, deserve someone who will give you what you deserve, someone who can say that they love you, someone who would be able to give you what you want, and that ever delightful, every girls dream breakup line: Its not you, its me, and then try to write quality poety. I bet you would write a sucky poem too.
So B. B. and I are no more, and yesterday, when it happened, I was upset. I was horribly crushed and battered. And confused.
How does one learn to deal with the fear that comes from getting close to someone again, if they break up with the someone to whom they wish to be close?
Unless of course they don't really want to be close to that person at all.
Unless that person has something inherently wrong with them.
And that can't be right, because while I'm not perfect, there is nothing that wrong with me.
Sometimes someone just isn't ready to be in a relationship.
A couple of years, months, weeks ago, that person could have been me. Was me.
How many perfectly nice people have I broken up with because my undealt with shit.
So I'm not really that upset with BB. I actually am harbouring more goodwill and respect for him than ever - a man who is aware of his feelings and doing his best to deal with them.
I'm sad though.
We were good together.
He is a good man.
I'm going to miss him.
I feel bereft.
