He hurts me
And he doesn’t even realize
I’m screaming.

He broke me
Yet he’s too absorbed
To see my jagged pieces.

He’s torn me apart
But he’s blind to my shreds
That lay upon his hands.

He doesn’t get it-
I’m not right anymore.
I’ve gone wrong
In so many ways.

Nights are filled with sadness,
While days are filled with
Fake smiles.

Can’t he see through them?
He’s supposed to.
Or is something distracting him?

My heart broken so many times
As if they were designed to be
Apart.

The pieces don’t even fit
Anymore,

I miss looking at me as if he loved me.
I miss his kisses which led me away from this cruel world.
I miss him arms wrapped around me,
Promising safety.
I miss him looking into my eyes as he confessed his love
To me.
I miss him smiling at me as if I were the only one.
I miss looking at his beautiful face
Through the frames set in front of my eyes;
He was picture perfect.

I miss him.

The angel that I thought was mine
Set fire to my heart,
Burning it to ashes
As they fell to my gut
And it burned through
Making me hollow inside.
It’s too late to fix me right.

Cuts and bruises
From when you slashed what you thought was love
Engraved into my body,
The way your name was tattooed across my soul.
But you never realized
How much I love you.

What did I do wrong?
Please stop hurting me.
The pain is too much to handle-
But don’t understand it.
You never do.
When will you?

I could never tell you,
The words were caught up in my throat-
Choking me.
Like your love
Suffocates me.

I feel like I’m losing you,
I’m scared of losing you,
You’re the best
Yet the worst,
That has ever happened to me.
And you don’t realize how much it hurts.

You promised me the world,
That we would be together.
We'd fly high in the night sky,
Soaring on top of the world.
You weren't a mistake,
WE weren't a mistake.
I wasn't your first,
but I'd definitely be your last.

Don't make promises you can't keep.


You slipped
Out of my grip,
Because I was right from the start-
I am not good enough.

I wonder...
Do you think about me,
Late at night when the whole city sleeps?
When I feel pain...
Do you still feel it?
When tears trickle down my face....
Do your tears follow the same rhythm?
Do we still have that same connection...
Or was that cut long ago?
Do you dream of me...
Just like I dream of you?
Do you ever stay up and rethink
All the mistakes you made with me?...
Do you feel the guilt...
Of doing me wrong?
*I wonder...

i was told that love hurts
maybe that's why
it hurts when i'm with you

Blush.
That’s what he'd call her
Because she’d walk next to him
without a problem in the world and she'd
Blush.
She’s always so happy.
She never spoke of struggle,
and when he'd ask about her day she would only
Blush.
She had the most gentle eyes.
Enough to assure him that
everything will be okay when and when she would
Blush
it told him that the days weren’t nightmares
and the nights without sleep wouldn’t be as long
and suddenly he had fallen in love with her
Blush.
…
…
...
His cheeks now resembled hers,
but he hadn’t heard from her for a few days
and he had began to miss her and her benevolent
Blush.
The visual of her face would run through his mind
and concentration was not an option without her
Blush.
The nightmares were back during during the day
and the nights were longer than ever without her
Blush.
He hadn’t slept for a week.
Insomnia had found it’s way back to him
and he’d counted every second not spent with her.
…
…
...
Pain
was the only thing she knew.
Her best friend was no friends at all.
She didn’t tell anyone about her
Pain
because she feared they would feel what she did.
She only cared for others because she was told
that she was a lost cause by herself and the other.
The other who could not see her
Pain
and herself who was convinced that it was true.
The other who was blind to the beauty behind the
Blush.
Or was it? The blush, was it true?
The sustained red that lied upon her cheeks.
He was told that all of her happiness
was too much to contain, so there it rested.
And she never wore makeup because she knew of her beauty
and had nothing to hide; no shame, nor
Pain.
…
…
...
The other.
The one who would tell her lies
and convince her that she was not going to be happy.
The other.
The one who was blind to this masterpiece
and only used her as an emotional punching bag.
The other
who did not stop at emotional,
The other
who made sure the “blush" would stay.
The other*
who was only missing one letter.


-CR