your mind is obsessed, your thoughts dark, the future a treadmill. ppl move cities, country even just to get away from ppl they have broken up with. sometimes the only thing that works is to throw yourself into something new, even someone new. remind yourself the world is a bigger place and you have a bigger role to play in this world than just being someone's sidekick.
mentally challenging your energies to good deeds (charity, community and the such) helps put things into perspective.
reading your poems makes me reflect on my life. i survive and prosper because i have something i cherish, something that makes me forget. time dulls my memories. your poems bring those back.
You know? Honestly, when this piece began, it sounded rather angry, like this was going to be a venting or ranting type write.
But as it progressed, I liked it more and more. It felt more powerful as the words continued. I'm in a situation like this, only he's not found another girl...yet.
It's difficult to talk normally to the ones we love. In fact, it hurts more to see them than to remember.
This write was done fairly well. I really liked how you get frustrated with the other person, like it's their fault you feel this way. Because sometimes, that is the way it feels.
Continue writing! I liked your piece very much.
(My favorite line: I won’t say I love you,
If you promise not to look at me that way again.)