I have a trending poem.
Whoop-de-frickin-do.
I could be the most famous poet in the world,
But nothing matters without you.

There are many reasons I should hate you:

You lied to me.
You tried to get me in trouble.
You hurt me.
You broke up with me through a txt.
You flirted with other guys.
You were dating within a week of leaving me.
You took me for granted.
You broke my heart beyond repair.
You moved on.
You left me to die.


Reasons I don't hate you:

I still love you.

They tell me to move on,
As if its that easy.
They say things will get better,
But they haven't.
They say I'll find someone better,
But you were perfect for me.
They say I'll find true love someday,
But I had already found it.
They say I should hate you for what you did,
But I can't because I love you.

I'm numb to feelings now.
I'm in an eternal state of nothingness.
I care about nothing.

I know you're gone and aren't coming back.
I know nothing will ever be the same between us.
I know I should move on,
But I gave you my heart and its still yours.

Every time I look at the moon I still think of you.
I think of all the times we would sneak out in the middle of the night
And lay under the stars.
I think of when we were separated,
And the moon was all we had.
I think about you.
When you look at the moon,
Do you still think about me

I can't believe I ever wanted you
I can't believe I ever needed you
I can't believe I ever cared for you
I can't believe I ever loved you
I can't believe I still do.

You know our spot,
That place where we would sneak out to in the middle of the night?
Of course you do.
Well I snuck out there tonight,
Just like the old days.
It was a cold, clear night.
Stars shining, wind chilling.
I even went out at our usual time, 2:00.
It was pointless,
I knew you wouldn't be there.
But I can hope can't I?
My mouth even got dry on the way out there,
Just like it always did.
Yours would get dry too.
I miss those nights under the stars.
I would do anything, ANYTHING, for just one more of those nights.
But for now, I can only hope.

The poems I write to tell a story are never popular.
It seems the ones I almost don't post,
The ones I'm writing just for myself,
Are the ones people like the most.
When I joined here it was just to express myself,
Not expecting anyone to actually read my poems.
I was astonished when I got my first like.
I didn't know how they found me.
So I used a fake name, so nobody will ever know who I am.
Because this isn't me.
I don't write poetry and have emotions.
I make fun of poetry because I have no emotions.
At least that's what everyone else thinks...
Thank you anonymous poetry for allowing me to be me and express me.