Do me a favor:

tell me you don't love me,

that you never did.

Shatter me.

Don't leave a shard of hope

that I could cut my foot on.

Pulverize me,

so I can finally realize

this mess of a heart

can't be repaired

I've never owned a pinball machine before!

The longest two months are between January and March

when you showed me how to take my time

So I took a hot minute and burned my calendar

I'd trade firsts for seconds if they include you

I don't want to feel this week, I crave your strength

What's mine is hours and I've plenty to give

Time is relative

and I'd like you to meet the family

I had a breakup last month and made a whole playlist of songs to cry and reminisce to, but this one is the one I play most by far. What's yours?

This is a poem I wrote recently, in the aftermath of a breakup. I don't really write poetry, but would like to get better at it.