Not too long ago we were just like friends.
But recently things have turned to a bad end.
What I show to you is no longer understood and what you gave to me was a strangers stare.
Shaking me off like dirt as I look down ashamed.
Holding gently in this hand of mine a representation of my bond to you.
But like everything it slowly will deteriorate.
Unknowingly holding something that broke apart, was a once full glass heart.
Desperate while crying just trying to fix the shards into a translucent blue whole again.
Mostly while just hurting myself with each new line of red.
Just while you threw your shattered pink heart away, no longer wanting someone like me to stay.
I watched in vain as those fragile hearts turned to dust because there is no bond.
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Feb. 22,2016 What can I say... Our friendship is pretty much dead. I still care. I still love. But I don't think it's the same for the other party.
YOU ARE READING
For the people like me.
PoetryThese are words that are somewhat like poems. Most are sad and some are abstract. Other times it's just random questions or descriptions. I'll probably just put my feelings here, if I can call them that. It doesn't matter to me anymore who reads. En...
