When I first saw you,
I melted like ice.
When I heard your voice,
angels sang.
When I had sat down before you,
I felt a connection.
Yet, when I held out my heart to you..
It was all the same.
Each time more painful than the last.
My heart was stepped on and broken, again and again.
I gave up on love now..
YOU ARE READING
I don't understand
PoetryLately, I've been pushed through a bunch of heartaches and pains. I'm lonely, but.. I'm starting to see that I dont think I matter really anymore. Is my existence really worth keeping in peoples lives?
