Broken Poetry

Love.

Sometimes I miss your voice, your laugh, and our silly conversations, then my mind wanders around through all the good memories we had. You comforted me when I cried, and you held me so close... I couldn't help but feel loved. I thought you loved me, but I was stupid for forgetting the one rule I set for myself. To keep me from getting hurt.

Love isn't real.

And it is true. You said you loved me, you treated me like you loved me, but when I needed you the most, you left. You took my heart, ripped it to pieces, and threw it back at my face. You left me there to rot and slowly die.

It was painful.

But now I know to never open the doors for anyone else. Love isn't real and I'm glad you were able to prove it. Love is just an idea that everyone wants so badly because we are all a little broken, but love can't fix that, it only worsens our brokenness.