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Ripped Apart

Sittin’ on the porch step, he said,

"How many I told you’s
And start overs and shoulders
Have you cried on before?
How many promises–be honest, girl
How many tears you let hit the floor?
How many bags you packed
Just to take ‘em back, tell me that
How many either or’s
But no more...
If you let me inside of your world,
There’ll be one less lonely girl."

I hung onto every word he said
Nodded my head as my tears flew past
Everything seemed too good to be true
Should’ve known it wouldn’t last

Red roses on my doorstep
And Shakespeare in the card
Seemed like something from a storybook
But his last words still hit me like ice shards

I remember staying up late at night
Waiting to hear his voice on my phone
I remember the smile on my face
As I went to bed thinking he was my own

Sitting on the beach, listening to the crashing waves
And watching the sun set
Breaking the silence, he said those three words
That made my heart melt

“It’s getting dark,” he said
Before we left to get his car
After I was home, I looked out my window
And wished on the brightest star

“Please don’t let him break my heart,”
I begged the heavens above
“Please don’t take him away
My one and only love.”

Every night, he called me
Told me how much I meant to him
But the nights that followed were different
His tone was always grim

I tried to get him to confide in me
Tried, but to no avail
He answered all my questions
But I could tell I was getting wa a tale

I went to his house
Knocked but no one came
I ended up staying on his porch all day
Any final hopes of love gone up in flames

Hours felt like years
Until he came to the door
I thought I had found true love
But no more...

He saw my dejected state
Helped me up to my feet
Said, “Go home,”
While my heart beat its last beat

I remember going to bed feeling unwanted
Waking up to the sound of rocks at my window
I ran outside and whispered,
“Don’t leave. Please don’t go.”

He came inside
Shut the door
Gazed at the dirty dishes
And the clothes sprawled on the floor

“I’m sorry,” he said
And left without another word
Tears fell down my cheeks
Making my vision blurred

I stumbled to my room
Cried myself to sleep
I should have known
I’d fallen too deep

He made me cry
From the very start
First, joy and then, pain
He shattered my heart

But no matter what I do, I can’t put him to blame
Because the fault is mine, I know
My heart was too weak
And it wouldn’t let go

I used to think love was happiness
But I was wrong, and my attempts were in vain
I couldn’t get him to stay
And now I have nothing but tears and pain

All the hopes I had
And all my dreams
Are now destroyed forever
Ripped apart at the seams





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MissEmilyDickinson This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 18, 2014 at 3:36 pm
This is absolutely, beautiful yet sad too. You have such a talent and greatness in you; you do. You are a amazing and wonderful writer and person, because you are. Thank you for sharing this. ^_^
 
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