Fighting with someone you love is like ripping your heart out with your bare hands.
You can barely contain the pain
And all you wanna do is stop crying
But the tears won’t stop flowing
And you keep telling yourself that it is all your fault
And that they will never talk to you again.
But when you love them,
You pray that they'll forgive you for fighting with them
And even though they've hurt you past healing
You still love them.
You still need them.
And you don’t know how you're gonna face the world.
You don’t know who to talk to.
And your heart feels as if it's broken into a million pieces.
And you hate yourself for bringing her up.
The girl he hates.
She is the reason that you can’t stop crying,
The reason that he got so mad.
But she is a good friend to you.
And you love him.
And the others want you to choose.
Between him and her.
But she doesn’t even know about all of the pain that you are going through for her.
She doesn’t know that you just spent an hour defending her.
And she probably won’t ever know.
And you're scared that he will tell everyone.
Even though you begged him not to.
And for some reason he took THEIR side.
And he wants you to hate her too.
He agrees with Them.
But he doesn’t know---
He doesn’t know how much your heart hurts.
He doesn’t know that you've had to choose before
And that they both hated you after you chose.
And that you don’t want to feel that pain again.
He doesn’t know that it took all your effort to talk about his new girlfriend.
About his new life.
His life without you.
He doesn’t know that you are barely holding it together.
He doesn’t know that his words broke you into a million pieces.
He doesn’t know that he fractured your hold.
He doesn’t know all your secrets.
He doesn’t know about your depression
Or your pain.
But you care too much about him to tell him.
You don’t want anyone to know.
Especially him now that he can’t be trusted.
And the worst part is that he loves you...as a friend.
And you have prayed for years to be something more to him.
But he doesn’t know that either.
He doesn’t know a lot of things.
And what he doesn’t know hurts YOU.
Especially the fact that he doesn’t know.
He. Doesn't. Know
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Tears, Hurt, and Depression
PoetryQuick A/N: Some of these have been already posted and seen. Thank you, I do know that, but as part of my Spring-Cleaning I removed poems that did not have any votes that were all of the same genre and am moving it to this collection. Pretty straight...
