As all cliche, heartbroken poems begin I ask
Was I just another game?
Did you pick me up from the cards
We played when
The closest we came to tasting fresh air
Dripping with snow
Was pressing our faces to double paned glass?
Love can't be forged in a place like that.
But there is no shortage of
Need
Lust
Want.
And the rules for giving
Are different behind locked doors.
I see you kissing her
After you pull away from me.
You think I do not see this
But
She looks over, just before your lips touch hers
And she seems sorry.
She has guilty eyes-
Because she is in pseudo-love too.
When you kiss me
And whisper empty promises in my ear
I feel like I love you
But
You say you love her too
You can't choose
That is our pseudo-love
This game of cat and mouse,
Your heart dangles on a string above us,
But neither of us will win it
I want to love you
But I can't live a life
Half loved
Because while you are kissing me
You're kissing her too
And a love unseen is not true
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
