Break-Ups are Sad

because so much is left
unsaid. So many plans
unfished. So many dreams
unfulfilled. So many days

left wondering will things
ever be the same again. And
what will I do now on those
nights I spent with you. Who

will understand me the way
you used to? Who will laugh
at my ***** jokes? Who will I
buy chocolates for on Valentine's

day? And what about the love
letters I wrote? What about the
love I still carry around in this
battered heart? What about

the pictures on my phone? What
do I say to my friends when they
ask? How do I stop myself from
calling? From mulling around the

house and not becoming a potato
couch? Or is that couch potato? Will
I compare everyone else to you? And
how can they ever measure up if I do?