What do we do now?

You’ve stripped me of all I am for amusement,

And there it went, the message you sent,

And here I must ask myself, how?

Maybe you don’t realize.

Is it always my responsibility to explain emotions,

Ones you set in motion, eyes blue as the ocean?

Must I force myself to be wise?

Did you care that I was nervous?

I gave you all of me on a silver platter,

But now it doesn’t matter, as my heart you did tatter,

As you belittled my once little purpose.

(This is a little bit different than what I usually do. I don’t think I have ever experienced heartbreak before this moment, but the other day someone asked me to read me one of my poems to them. They wanted to hear it from me. I was hesitant, as my poems are an extension of myself, and reading them aloud is something that I can only do when wanting to be vulnerable with someone. It would be like letting someone into my mind, something I would only do for someone I truly wanted to love me. But I did it. And they have mostly ignored me since. I have been struck with a grief that I have never known before, and this poem is sort of a way to help put the grief away, or perhaps even better understand why I feel this way. I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it.)