Broken Heart

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I was your biggest fan. To be honest I still am.

We were a flame that probably wasn't meant to last.

There was a chance that I thought that we were meant to be.

There are things that I have wanted to say to you face - to - face.

But I'm afraid that if I speak these words from my lips, you'll probably want nothing to do with me anymore.

I wish we were as close as we used to be, but it's kind of impossible because you've barely spoken a word to me.

Wish that you could talk to me and tell me if something's wrong, but you probably don't because of your pride or whatever.

Honestly, I hate what you've done to me. You've made a mess out of me and I seriously hate it.

You're always on my mind and I wish that I could stop it, but how can I when you'll probably just pop back up in my mind?

I wish that I could get over you, but my tugging heart just won't allow me to for some reason.

I don't want to be in love with you anymore. I just want us to be just another memory, but for some reason my heart just won't allow it.

Sitting here wishing that you're just another memory that's burning in the back of my mind.

I don't know how to explain how I feel without being confusing as all hell about it.

I'm not even sure how to explain how I feel about you without wanting to cry about it.

When I think about you, I just want to cry, scream and punch a wall as many times as I can until my hands start bleeding.

Laying here, feeling like crying because of the huge broken heart that you had left behind.

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