A letter to you.
Once upon a time not long ago, I walked into a place and at first glance I fell in love. Me and this boy locked eyes for the very first time and from that day onwards, I was hooked.
I soon became addicted to his smile, his beautiful bright blue eyes and the sound of his voice. The way this boy made me laugh gave me butterflies inside of my tummy.
Everytime he came around to say hello my heart would skip a thousand beats and with every beat I could hear the loud thumps inside of my ear drums. Everytime he brushed his arm up against my shoulder my hands would begin to sweat.
I was always so nervous around this boy, I would try to speak but no words would come out. He would look me in the eyes and I would get lost in his. Everytime he spoke his words were the lyrics to my new favorite song. I never wanted the music to stop.
As time surely passed us by, I began to build a wall around my heart but everytime he came around my wall fell apart. I told myself never to trust another man, they always leave you in the end.
As hard as I tried I couldn't stop catching feelings for this boy who I soon began to realize was a player. He played my heart like a fiddle, he fed my hunger with his lies and when he was bored he would disappear without saying goodbye.
I shed many tears each time he would leave and then he would come back to me when he wanted to play again. Everytime I fell for the sweet words he would spit, although I knew deep inside his sweet words, he would spit to other girls too.
I guess apart of me knew this was all just a game and very soon the fun would come to an end. My friends would say I deserve better, that boy is a player who will break your little heart in two. I replied each time with, but no boy makes my heart stop whenever he looks into my eyes.
I felt guilty because from the start we agreed to have no strings attached but somewhere along the way I fell in love with a player and as much as it hurt everytime he dropped me for another girl, I told myself he will always come back to you. Just be patient and wait your turn.
As I anxiously await for his return, I once again blamed myself for getting attached when I knew that boy was never mine to stick around for. He is free as a bird and I am the girl who sits alone in a dark room crying herself to sleep at night, because I know it dosent matter how much I love him, he will never feel the same way about me as I feel about him.
I don't know what is more painful, waiting around for the impossible to happen or when each time he would return, we would talk into the stary night sky until one of fell asleep on the other. It felt like paradise when we would talk all night long but, now I know he never sticks around for very long.
I sit in my bed and I wonder why, why dosent he love me back in the same way I love him? Why do we talk for days on end and then he just disappears. Forever leaving me to wonder if we will ever talk again. #Poem #Letter #Broken