I write;
because I'm sad.
But now,
I can't write;
because my mind,
is a mess;
and my heart,
is a wreck.

I've been so caught up
With my made up world,
that's full of sadness;
That I fell in love
With sadness itself.

This is a poem;
About a heartbreak.
But no, this is not a poem
about how boy meets girl,
and then fall in love.
nor a poem about how
the boy and the girl
fell out of love.

This is a poem;
about how when someone leave,
it takes a part of you.
big or small, still a part.
It will make you feel,
oh so incomplete.
It will leave you hollow;
which time can't fill.