intense

I remember every day that we would spend together. I let it get the best of me cause I can still feel your hands hold mine when you were scared. The tone of your voice when you'd cry on the phone. Your swelled eyes when you'd stare at me. 

You'd look me in the eyes and tell me you'd wanna die. You showed me your scars and said, "Why does it hurt so bad? Why me?" Thats where I snapped and showed you, I can hurt to. I cut myself to show you, if you suffer I suffer too. You were the other half of me. Everytime you'd leave I'd wait every second for your reply. 

Oh wow you found another guy thats alright. all that matters is that you're happy. Sorry for sounding so sappy. But I get it I understand, you had to move on cause you moved away. I sat and waited, I got ready, I thought of the conversations we'd have when you'd come back. I'd prepare my mind cause of the stories you had for me. 

When you came back you lost your way. You were robbed of your happiness. what did he do, where can I find him. Oh god why what did I do wrong.

You were gone forever. You told me, "I'm sorry I love you but I need to focus on me, it was pretty intense just for friends huh? Goodbye," And me being dumb I reply, "Haha lets meet up again in 10 years, grab a slice of pizza, or some coffee. Catch up and pick up where we left off cause we are just kids, we don't know what love is,"

3 months pass I get a text, "Thanks a lot now she's dead,"

My heart is teared, a new hole in the wall and another heart broken, You know we only have so much before we break. This was it. Cried until I puked. Blamed for the dead of my lover, my best friend.

Whatever I guess, what do I know. I'm just a kid, love is still vague. But this was intense.

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