Just another poem about a girl with a broken heart

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They complain when i talk about my problems 

Where can I be free?

Here I guess-

if you don't mind I will express myself.

 

It's been awhile now,

In fact it's been too long.

I know you don't give me a thought,

but I still think about you every day.

Your smile

Your laugh

The way you held me.

All now only the ghost of memory

Haunting me everday and leaving you alone.

Nobody ever told me it'd be this hard.

Falling in love that is.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Wrong people I guess.

If I were ever to be vulnerable around you

And I told you this

I know you would take advantage of me

And make me feel like a fool.

But that wouldn't change anything.

I'd hate you,

but only to stop loving you.

It's pathetic I know.

I told everyone I've moved on

And I think they believe it to.

But I don't know how to let go.

I know I can't make you love me.

I don't want that.

I just want this feeling inside me to go away.

It doesn't hurt anymore,

I'm numb now.

It's just the constant desire.

For you.

Something I can't have.

It doesn't make any sense at all.

We aren't a good pair 

You and I.

In fact we hardly have anything in common at all.

We faught too much

And there's still plenty of things about your personality that are well

Not attractive to say the least.

But my heart doesn't care about those things I guess.

They say true love is loving all of somebody even their flaws.

So that's where I'm at I suppose.

Head over heals in love with you and you don't even know.

It sucks.

It's the kind of feeling you want to stomp out.

People told me that I must just be lonely.

But that's not ture,

I've been with other people to try to get over you.

It works temporarily.

I always hoped that I'd find true love one day.

I just never thought that the love would only go one way.

Most of you will probably read this and say 

Just move on.

Trust me, I've been telling myself the same thing.

A part of me hopes you'll find this and know it's about you,

But the other part of me dreads that anyone will see this.

I'm not sure why, but I need somebody to relate.

Somebody to tell me I'm not alone or crazy

Or even someone to tell me that I am.

I'm just a girl who doesn't know how to fix a broken heart.

 

 

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