I used to think that romantic heart break poems
were an overused cliche.
I never sympathized,
for I had never felt any spark.
I felt that people would get over it,
that it surely couldn't be that bad.
I was wrong.
It was the first time I'd felt a spark,
something that filled me up with a warm feeling.
Something that I could actually feel.
I felt victorious,
I felt like a champion.
Being around them just filled me up,
just enough to keep the spark going with me.
I didn't think that mixed signals were real,
that people just didn't see the real meaning.
That I admit I was wrong again.
They gave me mixed signals,
one day they'd adore me,
the other they'd just ignore me like trash on the sidewalk.
I wasn't sure what to feel.
So now I make my decision.
I give up.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
I used to think that romantic heart break poems
were an overused cliche.
I never sympathized,
for I had never felt any spark.
I felt that people would get over it,
that it surely couldn't be that bad.
I was wrong.
It was the first time I'd felt a spark,
something that filled me up with a warm feeling.
Something that I could actually feel.
I felt victorious,
I felt like a champion.
Being around them just filled me up,
just enough to keep the spark going with me.
I didn't think that mixed signals were real,
that people just didn't see the real meaning.
That I admit I was wrong again.
They gave me mixed signals,
one day they'd adore me,
the other they'd just ignore me like trash on the sidewalk.
I wasn't sure what to feel.
So now I make my decision.
I give up.
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