Us

I'm tired.
Tired of the fight that has taken place 
in my heart.

I'm afraid. 
Afraid of making the wrong choice,
because that wrong choice could be my undoing.

I'm worried.
Worried that it might take something away, 
something I didn't know I had.

I cried.
Cried because when its gone I might just die. 
Die from the pain you caused and the hole you left. 

I was scared. 
Scared that this was all one-sided; 
and I was right because you left and you took my heart. 

So now I'm broken!
And I'm sitting in a corner watching as the days just pass me by.

Thought we had something.
Thought it was that
Can't eat.
Can't sleep.
Reach for the stars 
Kinda love.

Guess I was wrong.......

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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