A Poem of a Broken Heart

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I know you'll never love me,
if you ever did -
so, to bear with my broken heart,
I pretend you'll come back
and make things the way
they used to be.

I dream of you when I sleep,
a shadow dancing before my eyes,
only to wake up and find
I'm laying here alone,
holding on to the remnants
of memories
that I turn from
because I know you're gone.

I was not perfect,
even the worst sometimes.
Did I really deserve
for you to just walk away
and not say anything face-to-face?
I wanted to make things right,
but all I did was create a greater divide.

Why did you say you loved me
if it was not true?
I suppose I was the fool
for thinking someone could care
enough to make me a bride.

Everyone tells me to move on,
that it's your loss.
No, I'm the one who is broken
and you don't care at all.
For you, it's just more days
passing into nights.
What did I offer you that you can't forget?
I was a wreck and
you were the light, the best I could get.

It's hard to eat
because I can't stomach a future
where I'm on my own.
It's hard to listen to music
or care about myself
when you made life worth living.
Now I just cry or lay here
or go through the motions of doing.

They've tried to put a smile on my face,
force me to go out -
but all I want to do is grieve
the death of a love
that wasn't meant to be.

They tell me you could come back,
love me once again,
but I know you were stone cold,
perhaps glad for the end.
There's no reason
for you to love me, to give us another chance.
All I can hope is that the next one
will give you what I can't.

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