Open Wounds On The Heart- a book of poems.

Nothing, nothing at all

At first, it was just a crush,

But over time it grew into something else.

It turned into something more pure and fragile.

I cared so much about you.

My heart beats for you, and only you.

But you never seemed to notice my love.

I never thought that you would utter those shattering words.

The words no one wished to hear.

I walked down the hallway, and you were talking to your friend.

But just as I was about to tell you how I felt about you, you said,

"I don't think I can ever care about them that way."

At that moment, I felt my heart shatter in my chest.

I couldn't face you, not with tears in my eyes, not with my heart in pieces.

I felt my stomach churn with regret and hate.

I knew you would never care about me the way I cared,

But it still damaged me to listen to you say those remarks.

I looked at my heart which was no longer whole.

I could feel the tears soaring down my face, I could taste the salt on my lips.

I ran as fast as I could to the nearest bathroom.

I could feel a scream of pain come up my throat.

I locked myself in the bathroom stall and sat on the cold floor.

My chest felt heavy and so did my heart.

But before I could shut my eyes for the final time, I heard footsteps.

Your footsteps.

You had followed me to this bathroom, just to see if I was alright.