When I saw you, you were just a speck in the world.
When I met you, you became my world.
When I had you, I had the universe in my hands and my heart in yours.
When you loved me, I felt like the world was perfect.
When you left me, I felt knifes stabbing me everywhere.
When you never came back, my heart withered.
When you found another girl, there were more knifes.
A long while later, I was still waiting and hoping you'd come back.
And, when I realized that you never would, I was nearly shredded into pieces.
When I just find someone body else, you've already had my replacement.
My scars and wounds are roughly sewn, stitched and bandaged by the people who actually cared.
When I'm better, there's just some bruises.
They only hurt when people touch them.
And I don't know why everybody is.
When you come over to my friends, I'm in a box.
Nice, little, stay-out-of-his-way, me.
Stay quiet, your bruises don't hurt and nothing is trying to pop your heart open.
Even tho I love someone else, it doesn't mean you still don't hurt.
When I'm crying, I hope that it's not about you.
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Just Another Heartbroken Story
PoetryThere's nothing to it. Really. I'm just and average girl who's finding out that the world is big. In fact, it's too big. It's so big it's messing up me and some of the people I care about. And it's just because I learned a new concept called love...
