Can you feel the pain she's in?
Can anyone?
It's a horrible kind of pain,
The kind of broken hearts,
She's hurting so badly,
So broken and bitten,
So mangled and bruised,
Her heart bleeds like mine,
Ours may not beat the same they once did,
They no longer sing on que,
In sync with the love we shared,
But we still share the hurt of one another,
The burden of her heavy heart breaks me under its weight,
I can't stand idly by as she cries softly into her bed at night,
Cutting away the broken promises of a boy I warned would hurt her,
Burning off the pains of immense sorrow and sullen silence,
If only I could speak to her,
Give her words of comfort and love,
Yet I am bound by the distance between us,
The impenetrable barriers of sadness and the inability to speak,
I am mute to her,
Speechless to her indifference,
I still love her,
My heart mourns every sullen glance we share,
My eyes spread rivers of regret across the pale oceans of my cheeks,
The dam breaks and I spill over,
Not over her,
But for her,
Her pain is still mine,
Her heart yet faint to my feelings,
Beats a cadence to which I'm but destined to follow,
Don't hurt,
I told you that you were being used,
Used to cut me in two,
You were just a weapon to him,
Unwittingly equipped to shatter my armor,
Leaving me weak,
And saddened,
And shattered,
And broken into a million pieces,
But you hurt,
And so we will rebuild,
Hand in hand the love we fostered from our own warmth,
You hurt my sweet love,
But I'll help fix you,
Let us rebuild the life we chose for ourselves,
A permanent ray of sunshine,
That no cloud,
Nor rain,
Nor storm,
Could keep away,
From our garden,
For I am but a worm to you,
And you are my world.
YOU ARE READING
Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
