Here I sit
Dressed in glittering black and red
Without a smile on my dark lips
Alone and broken
I see you with her
And I see her with you
And a part of me dies
At the painful sight
So I'll leave early
Just to avoid
Seeing you with her
I shouldn't care
But I care more than you could imagine
And that's selfish of me
To wish you weren't with her
But with me
Dancing
Under the moonlight
A genuine smile upon my face
You wouldn't let me cry
But I know that's not real
And I guess that's alright
Because in the dead of night
I'll still cry
With or without you there
And that's okay
Because that's my life
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoésiePoetry is a way of expressing our most dark, twisted, confusing emotions that we feel no one understands. You are not alone in how you feel or what you are going through. These poems are written to help people realize that and feel less alone. WARN...
