A Poem For After The Break Up

arieastman
arieastman

So they left,
and now you think yourself
a thing.
Monstrous, perhaps.
Unlovable to the core.
Rotten apple trees
dripping juice they ain’t
ever gonna come back
to drink.
So they left,
and you’re thinking all the wrong things.

You’re thinking bad things about yourself,
baby.

You forgot you get to love
so hard in this absence,
get to learn what you deserve
all over again. TC mark

Ari Eastman

✨ real(ly not) chill. poet. writer. mental health activist. mama shark. ✨

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