Every time I look at him
I feel that empty ache in my chest
Reminding me of our past
I see him in the hallways
I see him during class
And it’s all the more painful
To be alone at last
This bone chilling cold inside me
I clamber for release
This pain is driving me mad
This is me paying the price
Longing to see the day
He comes back to me
It’ll never happen
But I wish for it anyway
He’s one of the many
And one of the few
He broke my heart
And loved me for who I was
Though apparently that wasn’t enough
I made the mistake of loving him
Now I’m paying the price
And collecting the pieces he left behind

The End

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