The nice thing about being free
is that I can give other hearts
a chance.
Maybe this one will stay.

I should delete the poems
I wrote for you -
But they’re too beautiful,
too painfully true.

It hurts to see your name,
and know how quickly you cut me off -
but I suppose it allows me to move on
and find my happiness elsewhere.

"Love will come when it comes,"
but what if I need it now?

I'm so tired of being left alone.

A small lie
has torn us apart,
broken my heart,
and left me in the dark
again.

I am so sad
and so scared
but I can't let you see,
so I put on a brave face
and a calm voice,
and I guide you through the pain.

You keep cutting deeper and deeper -
but don't you remember what you told me?
"Every time you hurt
yourself,
it hurts me, too."
Your cuts leave scars on your skin
and my heart.
I wish we could both learn
how to stop.