Poems From The Humble Heart

Heartbreak

I tend to sit with a bottle in hand, and try to make sense of the things that I don't understand.

Like, why whenever I'm feeling blue, I can't but help to think of you?

We used to be as thick as thieves. Now the thought of you makes me heave.

We drifted so far apart. It has left a hole in my heart.

To this day I still cannot say, why on Earth you walked away.

I wonder as I fall asleep, if the thought of me makes you weep.

While in bed I lie, shedding tears, thinking about our best years.

I wish my pillow was not wet. I wish that we had never met.