A/N: This is a short poem, written in the view of a dumpee…
I will leave it up to you, the reader to decide who the dumpee is, either Naruto or Sasuke, which do you think is more likely to do the dumping? Which do you think would feel like this? It doesn't rightly matter to me, what does matter is that you follow the instructions in the poem. If you can feel anything… perhaps you will be able to answer the question.
Cliché
They say it's better to have loved and lost,
Than to never have loved at all.
We have all heard this sweet little phrase,
You have probably spouted it at a heartbroken friend
Or two.
But here's the thing about love once lost,
A love once carried in the heart so close,
It's not the same as an unrequited love…
Or unspoken love… Or…
Your love…
Instead of that, think of it like this:
Imagine, just for now, what you most want.
Is it a gift? Is it a talent? Is it normality?
Morality? A person?
Imagine it.
Good. Now. Wouldn't it be great,
Just… wonderful, if you had that… that thing?
If it was yours forever, making you happy
If it was everything you imagined and more.
Just… great…
And then, just when you got used to it,
Just when it stopped being new, yet far from the never
When it will start being unwanted,
It is, completely, unexpectedly,
Slowly… taken.
Well, slowly or quickly, it doesn't rightly
Matter to me. That's not the point here.
What matters is that that thing you most
Wanted? It was yours, remember? Now,
It's not.
But you can still remember what it was like.
Can you recall the sweet memories?
What was it like to have that happiness?
I know that you remember it.
Feel it.
And that happiness, it's now a hole.
Its gaping in your heart, its missing
From your hands, its there before you
Never to be enjoyed, by you,
Like before.
And yet, if you're lucky, you'll get to see
Your happiness experienced by others
As they enjoy what you most wanted
What you felt was rightly yours,
They're… happy.
And you, every time you see it,
All you get is a chance to remember what
It was like being happy. Like a knife
In your side, pushed farther from its former
Resting place.
So now that you've imagined this, find
A way to multiply that pain you thought of
By ten, by ten hundred, because how
Can you know how it feels unless it happens
To you?
And then you can try to truly understand
That happiness that was, while understanding
It will always be better than you can
Ever truly hope to think you
Can understand.
And if you can imagine what it would be like
To imagine what it would feel like to have
Utter happiness stolen from you every day…
Then you can decide if it is better to have loved.
Then lost.