When your heart breaks,
That sinking feeling,
It’s unlike any other.
The moment
When you can,
No longer,
Deny the inevitable.
He’s actually with her.
You?
You are nothing.
You never were,
anything.
Her?
She is all that matters to him now.
But him?
He is all that matters to you.
It’s a never ending cycle of disappointment.
        Of waiting.
        Of watching.
To see if you may,
Finally,
Get your chance.
        Knowing.
        Deep.
        Deep.
Down that you probably never will.
But still you sit
        Waiting.
        Watching.
        Hoping.
        Alone.
With nothing.
And no one.
But your tears and a shattered heart
To keep you company.