Day after day
I told myself
"just wait one more day
and you'll find what you need."
But how could I find something I didn't know I needed?
My parents never told me
that someone with brown eyes
and a heartbeat
would sweep me off my feet.
Nothing prepared me
for the feeling I would get
when you said my name,
and nobody told me
that I would become breathless
every time you stepped in the room.
You were exactly what I needed
but nobody told me
how I would feel
when you stepped on my heart
and left without another word.
So here I am
heartbroken and empty.
I longed for something, anything
that could fill the space in my heart
where you used to rest,
but nothing made me feel
the same way you used to.
I found you
and lost you.
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poetry
Poesíapoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
