On Moving On Poem by nisha dyrene

You pulled the rug out from under my feet
And now I am a failure
I know it was my fault
I know you had to do what you did
Damage control, cutting your losses
Namely me
I don’t hold it against you
It had to come, didn’t it

Your biggest investment
Your largest loss
My penultimate failure

Now I’m sitting around
Everyone thinks I’m it
So successful I have it all
They want what I have
They want to be me
Except I’m not me anymore

I fell
There is no safety net this time
Just two months of time
In my hourglass
A few days more to pretend
And then I have to move on