I am broken in pieces, sitting behind my bedroom door,

Trying to get myself to pick up the peices of my heart that are scattered all over the floor.

You broke me in ways that I will never be able to understand,

And here I am thinking that you were a different type of man.

I never thought I would catch feelings for you the way that I did,

But you were the one who reminded me of believing in love, just like I used to when I was a kid.

As much as I want to hate you, I know that that is something that I can not do,

And I know that even though I want to believe it, there is nothing else that I can do to make our love true.

The thing that bothers me the most about me and you is that I don't hate you at all, 

Because for so long, you were the one who kept me going when I felt as if I hit a wall.

As much as I hate to admit it, I know the love that I have for you is something that will never die,

Even though there were so many times that you were the reason that I was confused and started to cry.

But I can't deny the fact that you were also the reason that I would usually have a smile,

And that did stay true for quit a while.

But, as time went on, that smile slowly started to fade into a frown,

And it seemed as though you were kicking me while I was already down.

But for a while, you were the one who kept me going when I felt like I couldn't do it anymore,

And while I got excited to talk you about all of the litle things, I realized that for you, it felt like it was more of a chore.

I don't know if it was something that I did, or even maybe it was something that I said.

And suddenly, we are back to you being the reason for the tears that I continue to shed.

And maybe you realized that despite what you said, you can't just be friends with me,

Because you are just as confused about all of the things that we could be.

Maybe you are focused on your goals, and I am distracting you from that,

And that is not the point that I want us to be at.

Or maybe, you are talking to someone and you don't trust yourself,

Because you know how you feel about me, and I am someone that you always stored on your shlef.

But I am no longer going to play your game,

Even though I still do get those butterflies everytime you say my name.

I am no longer going to let you convince me that I am worthy when you don't have anyone,

Because I am at the point where I still love you, but I need to be done.

I hate to admit it, because I will always jump for you when you call,

And I am so hoping that this time, you actually catch me when I fall.

No matter what, I need to think of myself and move on,

But I look back on our memories, conversations, and laughter, and I have to admit, that it was fun.

But eventually, those memories will start to fade with the past,

Because we all know that good things never last.

I know I am in denial,

And that is going to continue on for a while.

Because there will always be that piece of my heart that belongs to you,

Because I always wanted to believe that there was somethine more that I could do.






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