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Broken

Being near you fills my stomach with butterflies.
Being able to talk to you brightens every second of my day.
You’re the only person I care about talking to.
And you’re the one I want to be with me when I die.
I want you by me every minute. I want to hear your voice every night.
I want you to wrap your arms around my waist and to tell me I’m beautiful.
I want you to say every word to me with a burning passion.
I want you to love me back. I want you to be with me.
I want to walk these woods that I’m trapped in with you.
But you’ve left me when I needed you most.
You left me.
You broke me and made me crumble.
You were my strength and purpose.
But now I’m weak and unimportant.
Now I’m lost. I lay on this earthy floor crying.
You destroyed me.
I don’t feel like getting up. I don’t feel like trying to move.
Just let me die here alone so I wont have to be with someone besides you.
You don’t know how bad you hurt me and you never will.
But even if I did try to tell you its not like you would even listen.
Why did I ever like a guy that I knew would completely destroy me?
Why was I such an idiot?
Well now it’s my own fault that I’m like this.
Even though I want to blame you for everything.





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