I Write Poetry

I'll Have Greater Gain

I'm not sorry.
It wasn't my fault.
I am your loss
I'll have greater gain.
Don't think you left me broken
For weeks and months and years
I'm going to bounce back
I'm going to prove you wrong.
You weren't ready
For a commitment like me
I was ready
You weren't
You pretended like you were
But you were a scared little girl

So don't come crawling back.

I'm long gone and moved one, my ex-love.

Your loss.