Do you even know it hurt?
Or how it broke my heart?
That I gave you my everything while you pushed us apart?
That for a month I said my thank you's
And with distain you did it once.
Like you couldn't stomach showing gratitude to the one you supposedly loved.

Do you even know it stung?
Or how it ripped at my spirit?
That you said you wanted my story yet at the end of it it grimaced?
With your face turned away in disgust
For cards delt different from your own;
Disgust born from intolerance of anything not 'status quo'.

Do you even know it hurt?
Or how it shredded my soul?
To know that you didn't love ME only the woman your mind could hold?
The woman who stood before you didn't match the picture in your head.
So you let disappointment and then disinterest guide you,
Until that's all I felt in the end.

So, did you know it hurt me?
Or how you made me feel unworthy?
Were you so caught up in you,
That I was someone you looked right though?
I suppose now it doesn't matter because I am a galaxy away.
Floating in the light of stars that I myself have made.

Broken promises are like shattered glasses that aren't cleaned up.
Eventually there's nowhere left to walk without getting cut,
whether you broke them or not.

Broken hearts are like drying puddles in full sun of a desert.
Eventually they wither away and dry,
leaving only a cracked, unmalleable surface.

Broken souls are like colors faded to grays.
Though beautiful they have no luster and life they cannot sustain.

Broken promises
lead to broken hearts
and broken hearts
cause broken souls.

Only the truely strong can survive a real broken heart and not let it touch their soul.

Can you?
Can I?

I guess in time we'll know.

on occasion, when i sleep

i feel a warmth, profound and deep

the sole person that i've loved

fits my body like a glove

i close my eyes, and in his arms

i sleep soundly, free from harm

but then dawn breaks our slumber date

and i begin to question fate

against my will i leave your touch

for fate, she has you in her clutch

As I sift through the ashes of our love
Surely it must have burned bright.

For there is no black among the ashes,
Nothing but coal white.

There are no pieces left to gather,
nothing that could reignite a flame.
 
I search for just one tiny ember,
but only memories remain.

And so I'll take these memories,
along with your name
and give them rhyme.

Reading them in the rhythm of my heart,
a love song in four/four time.

Jenny your love was deeper than the ocean.
It burned brighter than the stars in the sky.

Your Beauty shined upon me like the sun.
And now I'm left alone to wonder why.

This poem, is all I have for kindling,
to try and restart a spark in your heart.

When it's gone it's gone
no light will remain,

and I'll be all alone in the dark.

sometimes i miss you
and then i can't think why
i remember the way we'd always fight
and how much i'd always cry

i remind myself of your arrogance
and how stupid i'd feel around you
i think of your stubbornness
and how it'd put me in a bad mood

your weird ******* fashion
and no common sense
it all left me
so so tense

but of course i can't bring myself to think of all the good

like how you'd smile when i'd talk
and remember all my small things
when you'd always bring me food
and hold my hand when we'd walk

i don't dare think of your sweet letters
or the loving look you reserved for me
your soft lips
or your hugs that'd immediately make me feel better

maybe i can think of some reasons to miss you
but i don't want to think about that
cause you'd say you'd always love me
but i guess that's not true