"The Pain"
Is
too tough to bear.
You
tell me to get over him.
I
tell myself to get over him.
But
I just can’t.
My
heart isn’t just broken.
It’s
crushed.
Breakups hurt.
But
unrequited love is death.
Your
heart isn’t in two
Or
in small pieces.
It’s
crushed to dust.
All
because I choose
To
love some on who doesn’t love me.
My
soul hurts
And
my heart is unable to be repaired.
It
slowly heals
But
pieces are forever missing.
The
pieces that belonged to him.
That’s
why I’m in pain.
March
4, 2002
