not another heartbreak.

I am not writing about another heartbreak
no, really, I'm done.
I am not spending another ounce of my
time or tears or energy
on gluttonous mouths that don't even recognize love
and can't appreciate it for what it's worth
I refuse to use my words
to immortalize yet another pathetic excuse of a lover
who's sweet and nice and sounds like home
but is never around when it matters most
I'm tired of trying to pretend normalcy in front of mutual friends
tired of trying to hide my disgust
at the way people can stomach neutrality
after knowing the damage done to me
I refuse to leave the ones that broke me
with anymore of a legacy,
refuse to romanticise the memories
when I'm the one that’s been left alone
in every fallout and every misery
no, I refuse to give the damage a voice
refuse to turn them pretty
I am not writing about another heartbreak
when it’s the mending that’s worth the poetry