I used to cry on your shoulder.
I liked doing it, in fact.
But, the truth, you say?
You want the truth?
I still do.
I still imagine that it is your shoulder I'm crying on,
And not just some cold metal.
I still imagine that it's your face that's looking down at me,
And not just the moon.
When I am spilling my tears at the balcony - now,
I wish, really wish that you'd magically be beside me.
Am I that hopeless?
Did I let you crush me?
I was brainless.
You brought the new 'my girl' at the party last night.
I wonder if you imagined me when you had her in your arms.
I saw those twinkles in your eyes when she laughed at your jokes.
Funny enough, huh?
I saw that kind of thing too, when I laughed at them.
Have you really forgotten me, dear?
Am I already, completely, invisible?
Or am I still there, somewhere in your heart;
Somewhere that's rotting..
Am I getting my hopes up if I say,
"I want to kiss you goodbye.
Lol I don't even know. Just in the mood for a heartbreaking poem :P