He's there.
Everyday.
I see him and there is nothing I can do.
I see the cuts and almost cry.
He doesn't know I notice them.
He doesn't know I've done the same.
I don't see Him anymore.
Just a shell of a person.
A person that's so broke.
I see Him broken and all I want...
All I want is to make him hole.
To help him heal.
But I know I can't.
Sometimes,
He's all I can think about.
Him and his cuts.
He's there.
In almost every thought.
HIM.
A/N: I know this is probably really crappy, but this is just about this guy I kinda really like and I can't have him. I messed up and told him I couldn't date him and now he's got someone else and I just have to sit and watch. But, there's really nothing I can do. ~ Jo
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A Broken Heart
PoezjaThis will be a book of rants, poems, short stories, and memories that I want to share. Please comment your feedback and let me know what you think. Also, just a heads up, some of it might get a little dark sometimes. I apologize in advance for that.
