It was late at night,
you were lost,
I tried to find you.Crossing alleys and streets,
blind to all the dangers,
I just have to find you.You were bleeding,
Sobbing and in fits when I found you.
It was because of him.He who broke thy heart,
I who shall mend,
or at least I tried.You can't change a person's heart,
like you could change clothes.
You're still into him, I know.Somebody once told me,
that the person who broke your heart,
is the person who could fix it.I tried to be here for you,
as a shoulder to cry on,
but I have always been invisible.Sitting there gathering dust,
sometimes I fear that you'd forget me,
I'd just be a mere memory at the back of your mind.I tried to cheer you up,
making you laugh.
But you still chose him.My heart broke into a billion glass shards.
I hear the church bell ringing.
Are you or are you not?I picked the pieces up,
stashing them away to random places,
running for you, chasing, actually.When I caught you,
you were in tatters,
broken.I had picked you up,
tried to cheer you up,
But you chased after him.He did not want you anymore,
like a used rag,
He threw you away.And as I predicted you search for another guy,
Who probably will break your heart,
I don't know... Who knows?

YOU ARE READING
Goodnight, love
PoetryThe thoughts that haunt your dreams at night as you lay in bed, eyes closed, but never really actually dreaming.