The Brokenhearted (poem)

Seeing the world through these cold eyes,

Every word I speak, made of ice.

Motionless, expressionless, stares so dull.

The wind blows gently yet searing into my skull.

Other things just seem like a blur;

I stare at my old self, so sweet, so demure.

How could it be, I wondered, like this right now:

My then smiling face permanently etched in a frown.

I looked at the window, past the pouring rain,

Unconsciously I called out your name.

Flashbacks came quickly, so vivid and clear:

You were still with me, back then I have no fears.

Your smiling face was almost true:

Your eyes are shining, a deep deep blue.

Then I saw you with her, happily walking,

While I'm left at the sidewalk, broken and crying.

I stopped the replay as it came to that part,

Took a deep breath and felt my heart.

Right now I'm here, all alone;

Because of you, I'm now made of stone.