I DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH

The poet has tried to metaphorise in her poem that her " Ex lover is dead " To make her move on, healing and forgetting process more approachable as she believes that the only way to actually be indifferent to your past "Great Love" Is considering that they are dead and would never even take Rebirth as she trying to escape her ex partner's  inconsistent pattern of realising that he wants her one day and than changing his mind after few days because of minor inconveniences. 

You would change your mind overnight and say to me that you missed me every night , 

but if I allowed this time , I know I would be engraved in less than a decade. 

And if I said yes you would redo what you did earlier like change your mind amid and say you are not sure about this,

 and if I didn't let you go, I know I would be dead in that instance. 

How could you keep on changing how you fucking feel once in a while and then reconcile ? 

Can't you for once grow up and talk about the abandonment issues you face, 

and the reconciliation turmoil you bring every time, 

Can't you for once not try and do what you always say ? 

Like Leave me forever and never come back with your ever changing realisations that you always make?

I know I have been cursed by my kindness and damned by your demons as I let you trouble me whenever you possibly could, 

And when I didn't react the way you wanted me to, 

You would envy me because I was too done to ever care for

And then my easy going became your haunted memory, 

But I didn't flinch. 

I didn't ask you to change your decision this time, 

As I said if you go now, never you could look back at me in my eyes , 

And you said fine and I said goodbye

But you texted me again , the very next day

Like what did I mean to you

Sometimes I actually wonder could you really sleep? 

Or whenever you chose to change your mind, 

The ghosts of me haunt you in your lucid dreams. 

But I didn't reply , I didn't smile, I recognized the pattern, 

And I wrote "I performed your very last honors on yesterday's night "

I excised your beings and belongings , 

asking my family to sever their ties. 

I forgot when you were born and but I exactly remember when you died  

At a tender age of 25 ( metaphor) 

Before 2025, 25 thousands bucks left, but they returned well in time, 

But I never cared for anything except having faith in time and it's tragedies . 

And trust me, Death is the only truth, even before we are dead, 

And we see it enough times, before actually dying , 

But what makes the difference is, sometimes you don't have to die, 

But sometimes you gotta kill the other person and 

That might bring you back to life. 

Leeza