These words
Will never
Fully express
The pain
Inside
My chest
When I
Remember
That you don't
Want me
Anymore.

So many pretty promises
Wrapped with lovely words
From your silver tongue
And fastened together
So neatly with
The melodies you sang to me.
If only I had
Examined them more closely
And held them in my hands.
The absence of weight
That I felt there
Might have lead me to see
The sad reality;
That those promises
You made me
Had always been
Empty.

How strange it is to see
The Passers-By
With schedules scrawled
Across their minds
And clocks
Like ticking time bombs
Latched onto their wrists.

Overtaken in the static
Of their individual worlds
With all its never-ending
Numbers and plans,
Their heads are buried
In the sand
That falls from their
Hourglass skies.

So hurriedly they shuffle past,
Pulled by the pressing chains of
Expectations,
Straining to ignore
The hushed voice
That lives within them all
As it whispers its constant plea:
"Look up
And break free."

I gave you
My heart
So quickly
And without
Hesitation
That I never
Bothered to ask
If you wanted it
To begin with.

And now
As I stare at
All the messages
I sent to you,
Each one left
Unanswered,
I wonder if
Maybe
I should have.

I’m so afraid
That I
Will always be
The one
That loves
More.