It feels my head,
And hurts so bad.
You forget about it for a while.
Then you see them.
Regret.
It comes back,
All of the pain,
And all of the memories.
That one person that you regret letting go;
Brings back memories of others.
A dark time.
A time of when you wanted him to hold on.
To understand that you waited for him for so long.
Just when she thought the waiting was finally over.
Just when she knew she felt something deep inside of her.
Something that's never happened before.
Something true.
Just when they started saying those overused three little words.
Everything came crashing down.
He didn't know how to comfort her.
He didn't know what to do.
She became a different person.
Mourning, crying so much.
That her heart shattered.
Into the tiniest bits and peices.
That there was no heart anymore.
She told him to choose him.
But he didn't read between the lines.
Didn't hear the hidden meaning.
Didn't see the look in her eyes.
He went on to be with him.
She couldn't take it,
But she did.
She thought of death and suicide.
Two people gone that she loved.
One dead, the other gone..
No more nickname calling.
No more flirting.
No more smiles.
No more happiness.
Just wandering.
Wandering of what could have been.
Trying to move on,
But nothing's dulling the pain.
She misses how happy she was.
If only he would've read between the lines.
If only he would've held on.
If only SHE would've held it together;
While mourning over the loss of her best friend.
If only she didn't let it go to her head.
She should've sucked it up,
And held her head up high.
Instead she let the boy fade away.
The day right before he was supposed to ask me.
He told me that he had two choices to make.
She always loses against the opposite gender.
That's how it always seems, anyway.
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Poems
PoetryPoems based on depression. Sometimes based on my emotions. And current events. But generally they aren't.