Short Book of Poetry

Third Act

Rip it out
Rip my heart out now
I can't stand it
The pain from losing you is unbearable
It's been two months so why the fuck am I not over you?
The others were different
I didn't have any pain from losing them
I don't think I loved them as much as I loved you.
My heart aches
Rip it out and stop the pain
Watch me as I bleed out and the life drains from my eyes a second time.
The first was when I lost you.
I really really wanted it to work
I wish I could go back and change things but we were already on a downward spiral for disaster
There's a study that says your pupils get bigger when you look at something or someone you love.
They also found the same for something or someone you hate.
I could never tell if it was love or hate in those hauntingly beautiful blue eyes.
I cry every night for the person I lost
You're not dead but it feels like it since you won't talk to me directly
I'm not going to go through Angel just to pass a message along to you
We're not in middle school anymore
You were and always will be my inspiration to write poetry
I could write thousands of verses for and about you but not one of them would attract your attention
On a scale from one to ten, my pain is a ten.
I've never felt so much pain before.
I never knew that one person could mean so much
Then I met you.
You probably don't even think about me
It's funny
I think of every single moment we spent together and try to figure out where it all went wrong
It's pointless
It's in the past and no matter what I do or say now, none of it matters.
My clock says its three in the morning
My thoughts are spinning wildly and rapidly.
Everything's a jumbled mess.
One thought is clear though
My heart hurts