This one is called "Why do we call them ex's?"
You see, the term "ex" implies a lack of something, the end/discontinuation of something. It implies something is...
Gone.
Nothing about the breath that used to lie on my cheek is gone.
Because I still feel your tongue when I close my eyes,
Because I still feel your hot breath at sunrise.
Nothing about the smile that you paraded is gone,
Maybe it is meant to disappear because you no longer wear it in my company,
But the naivety of the term "ex" is the implication that your smile doesn't live inside of my conflicted head.
But in the same way,
Nothing about the glee that you made me feel is gone.
Because I do not need your guidance to achieve happiness.
Nothing about the confidence I felt is gone,
You may have nurtured me, and forged that convient asset for me,
But your lack of love for me and my body has not become a hindrance.
For I still know what I'm worth:
I am worth your love,
I am worth my own love,
I am worth people's time.
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Ima just spam my poetry to piss ppl off
