I thought you knew,

I thought you would listen to me,

But instead you ignored my longing and misery.

But that's OK, because I told you the story.

I put my trust in you,

and I thought we would soar high,

but I ended that day,

feeling embarrassed and shy.

But that's OK, because with you, I shared the reason why.

Now to this day,

I hide in my pillow in shame,

because I said it's OK,

and I cry with the rain.

Longing and want makes rejection
A much harder pill to swallow.
This pill, it turns out,
Does not immediately dissolve,
Is not so quickly absorbed
Into the bloodstream.
Which again makes the pain much deeper.
“It will pass,” they share with me,
“Let things run its course,” I am told.
And I wonder how much longer
I must endure this until
It completely is out of my system.

She flirted and i fell into a trap that was never there
I jumped into a dry well absent of love and affection
I now cling at anything; I fear I may never climb out
Stuck, with a wounded heart in a well that may never fill

the most painful experiences in life
hurt because the universe
is using all it’s power to redirect you
on to the right path

I am ashamed, it goes deep into my bones, my mind, it permeates all of me, to the bottom of my soul. at night, under the covers, I cry, feeling, I am not good enough, beautiful enough, attractive enough, **** enough, for you or anyone, to love, or at the very least, like. there are too many conditions to unconditional love, and i've tired of trying, thus i am no one’s partner, no one’s lover.

I'm a concoction of emotions
digging my own grave

I back away from desired eyes
to avoid the shame and hurt
when my core's been exposed

Will this cycle of
remaining a prisoner 
of my own heart
ever come to an end

Perhaps I wasn't 
meant to be loved at all
but beautifully resilient 
on my own

The bells ring to the tune of death
And our souls appear
You hesitantly hold my hand in the
vacant atmosphere

Our physical bodies abandoned like
the church we now gather
The paint is peeling but we still want
our happily ever after
We move without hearts that have
been offered up at the alter

The third lost soul desperately in
search of meaning
Make us recite words that were
supposed to be said with feeling

He brings us to the inevitable
question
And in the empty room you raised
your hand in objection

You lead me into this church,
walked with me along this alter,
Then had the audacity to reject me
after?

I felt a connection, I opened up
as you seemed to be different,
but you told me you weren't
a typical male one too many times;
the shine slowly faded.

The deep connection was superficial
but love still makes blind and I didn't see,
swept away by the waves of my imagination
showing me what could have been.

Your actions betrayed your words,
you said you didn't mean to,
but you were the moon, I was the tide,
pulled in and pushed away,
unknowingly part of a game
that I didn't understand.

I fell for your act but how easy it is
to not fall for who you really are
but let you go instead, and yet,
I don't grieve for losing you,
because you've always been fake.

I only grieve for a lost pleasant dream.