Every time you walk out of a room you tell me you love me,
Almost as if when you leave someone will walk through the door and steal my heart.
When in reality you've been keeping the beating organ hostage since the eighth grade.
You got me with your corny math jokes,
You got me when you whipped my tears away,
You got me when you took your time with my fragile heart.
You lost me when you felt distance determined the way we would be together,
You lost me when you choose someone who doesn't love you over me, someone who gave you all my love when you didn't have anyone else and all my tears when no one else would cry for you,
You lost me when you told me all the girls you sleep with mean nothing more to you then just release; just a game,
But when you lost me you kept my heart!
And I'll never know when I'll be able to get that back.
It feels selfish of me to want something that I gave away, but I never wanted to never get it back when you stole your beating organ from me with no other choice.
My heart needs to learn to beat for someone else, because the beats for you go ignored.
And that's fine because I hope you begin to listen to another beating organ, and that it's a beautiful melody.
Because it seems my melody has gotten off track and it isn't as beautiful any more.
And that's what scares me the most, what if no one else loves my melody like you did?
I'm too tired to try to find the perfect beat again.
It might take me years to be able to to find a perfect beat again, because as of right now that perfect beat is for you!
YOU ARE READING
Shorts
PoesíaPoems and short stories that I have/will create over time. Most of the short stories I have worked on for a long time and they have been through a long thought process and the poems- mostly the new ones published are like mostly just like written wi...
