Poetry for the deeply heartbroken

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I thought you'd love me forever. You said you would.

 You promised nothing could come between us

I don't want us to end. I never wanted us to end.

 But you said you didn't think you could handle it. So here I am crying at every message you send me since.

Despite what I may respond back with I know it'll never be true. I don't want it to be.

Situationship. That's what you called us. It felt like more to me though.

The late-night calls. The nicknames. 

The smile on your face when I did something horribly stupid. The I love you we sent every morning and every night.

 The future we planned at 2 in the morning. The laughs you let out at my flushed face when you complimented me. 

The way you always made me feel like I was this perfect person. I stood by your side through the rough times you faced.

I felt like I was capable of being loved back. I thought that we would be endgame.

It was just the beginning of an end though.  I wish it could have been more.

Then we wouldn't be at the end again. End, such a crazy word.

End is the deep sulky feeling of dread every time I get attached to someone. Knowing that it will soon be brought to an abrupt but not surprising end.

I hate the end.

-For the best guy friend and lover, one could have had. So sad it all had to end.