Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.

We were, I am

4 pm,

sitting by the window sill,

just like we used to.

yes, I still sit there sometimes,

when the air gets too much to breathe

when every inch I see brings a memory back

when every knock on the door makes me wish it was you

when I close my eyes, see you, get happy for a sec

then the realization sets in that

that's the only way I can see you.

Remember how you loved my laugh?

you took it with you the moment you left.

I gave you my heart, you swore to protect it,

I guess you hand was paining handling my heart, so you dropped it ?

You hated when I cried,

Now I have become all the things you hated,

You took my heart, my love, my smile, everything with you.

You used to call me just to hear my voice,

Now you hate it so much,

that 30 calls have been missed on your part,

and not once have you cared enough to text back? 

I thought you were angry,

I thought you'd come back like you always did,

I thought you didn't mean it when you said, 'I hate you',

I thought it was impossible to hate someone

you once said you loved more than yourself.

But not all thoughts are truths right?

guess I know that now.

How is it? please comment and let me know. Does the poem as a whole connect, or no?

The title of this poem, despite the poem being about heartbreak, signifies hope. hope and acceptance of the fact that "we were" and I know that, but I am accepting the fact that 'I am' and I'm not losing myself over trying to find you again.

Hope you liked it. 

Love,

A