January 6th 2017,

He picked me up at noon and I smiled
I smiled at the way he caught me looking at him
I smiled at the way he looked at me as if I was beautiful

He touched my hand while listening to the song “Is it Love?” and I blushed
I blushed the way he sung the song as if he was singing to me
I blushed the way he touched my hair, pulling it behind my ears

He told me not to worry so at that moment I didn’t worry
I didn’t worry the way he touched me like I was his
I didn’t worry when he kissed me on my neck knowing I would cringe

He made me laugh and that’s when I gave him my heart
I gave him my heart when he noticed tiny things about me
I gave him my heart when he complimented my imperfections, making me wonder if finally I wouldn’t disagree

He made my heart stop when he acted like I was nothing infront of his friends
my heart stopped  when I found an open ****** wrapper under his bed, knowing that this moment was the means to an end
my heart stopped when he didn’t care and I couldn’t breathe
my heart stopped when I knew I still loved him, but he would never love me, the truth I couldn’t bear

This is the day my heart broke