When your love is running away,
You're left picking up the broken pieces of your heart.
But does it have a right to be broken?
After leaving him in the dark about what going on?
After leaving him in the cold, not knowing what he's done to displease you?
After putting him in the zone?
Watching with a slight tilt of your head,
Imagining things that shouldn't be in there.
The stabbing pain in your chest every time he passes by with another girl by his side.
No more late night messages,
No more confession,
All that's left are faded memories.
When your love is running away,
You're left picking up the broken pieces of your heart.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic
RandomOf a teenage girl who didn't know how to verbally express her ideas and thoughts.
