I read the same sad love poems I have before. The same wymsical heartbreak only other poems seem to understand. The same heart clenching ones that made fat warm tears spring into my eyes before...and don't cry. At this point don't do much more than look at them with...annoyance. I still think of you...but feel this emptiness. Sure an achy heart because hey! I thought I loved you! I think I loved you.
Am I over you? Or just broken?

I woke up early this morning and heard the birds calling for eachother.
I guess I decided to try calling for you,too.

You called her perfect.
You know it only hurts because I rember when you called  me that, too.
May we all join the ex-club once those lies are uttered.

The truth is one of those late night chats made me fall deeply in love with you. The truth is I love your smile, I love the games and the teasing.
I was only ever upset with the guilt that came with being so deep and you NOT being mine.
I love the dimples in your cheeks and the way the light hits your eye. I loved when you played tough and when you think your a tough guy because I can see through all that  and I've watched it melt. I love the sarcasm and how you can handle my jokes.
I've only ever been defensive and pushed you away because I'm terrified to be hurt again. You know what I've gone through can you really blame me?
I love you and I'm hopelessly jealous of not having you...I'm not sorry I'm just in love. And I don't think you really know and it kills me everyday

I constantly feel like I'm living in the slow lane while I'm suppose to be racing through life.

When you're as sad  as I you dont break down you melt.
You sit thinking about it...
Then you  search sad quotes or write poems or search about the zodiac compatibility or whatever helps you through the moment.
But then your eyes swell with water and you try to continue through blurred vision and soon you can feel those hot salty tears falling slowly down your face. You feel relaxed then but it really isn't enough to fix that gap. Nothing truly is.  And the worse thing is you are so vulnerable then...Anyone, him, her, could walk in and you would fall in love with them a thousand times over...and then you cry and continue to melt to the thought and soon your heart melts so much there is nothing left.