Shitty Poems

An Email I Will Never Send

you were my 12am friend,

now, you don't call me just for the courtesy.

you talked to me endlessly,

now, don't talk just because I called.

you told me your secrets, and I told you mine

now, when we see each other we don't talk.

you texted me all the time

and I loved you for it.

I loved you.

we've come behind each other all the while

now don't expect the same.

tell me do you still think

that love is just a game?

you toyed with my heart and broke it

and I did to you the same.

i'm sorry, please, I really am

i don't care if you are too.

just hear me out and text me

it's the least that you can do.

leaving each other on 'read'

broke both our hearts, i know,

the time has come to thaw

our icy, stone cold hearts. You know,

we can't stay misérable for

the whole length of our lives.

i don't want to make up

just not to tell these lies.

I miss you.

I hope you know that, through and through.

telling you the truth 

is the least my icy heart can do.

i was cold and brash and stupid

and you, the light of my life,

stood through it and withstood it

and yet these questions lie:

did you spread the rumours?

yes, you know the ones.

did you self harm because of me?

do you know where your veins run?

do you accept my apology?

through the holes it my contain

an answer i'll await so long as blood runs in my veins.

if you want to talk, then talk

otherwise just don't.

you can't force forgiveness or love

i've tried, and work, it won't.

'only when you get your heart broken

you realise how many things

in our culture and media are about love.'

i'm sure you've noticed too

it's something that our stone cold hearts

are qualified to do.

i'm sorry, please, and I regret

all the things I've done to you

aside from making you smile,

a thing my heart can no longer do.

i bet that you have cursed my name

and refused to talk to me,

but please, i'm sorry (and if you like ABBA)

take a chance on me.

a shot you've already given me, i know

i threw it away but I will try

to fix it all now, though.

some things can never be fixed

like the cracks in our icy hearts.

but maybe making a crack in our pride

will no longer keep us apart.

you're my kindred spirit

my patronus

my 'always'

it's been a year and now it's clear

that it's time to try again.

i'm sorry, please forgive me,

when will our suffering end?

or maybe you're not suffering.

maybe feeling that it's good

to finally get rid of me

but please, if you would,

can this stop now?

or anytime you give me another chance

though i sing in the rain

a partner i need when i dance.

i'm not complete without you

my Player One

half of my pear.

now like Michael we both

have no other half there.

but i'm sorry and I know that

I've put you through too much for one heart.

storms you've weathered, you still sing in the rain

we could weather them together, for a start?

we've both been through so much pain

since our incident so please

i'm sorry and could you maybe, be my friend again?

we could help each other through thick and thin

sing duets together,

laugh and live and love with each other

we were two birds of a feather.

i'm sorry and I've said this

too many times and you,

might not ever forgive me

or befriend me

or talk

or see me too.

but give me a chance.

i'm sorry.

please forgive me.

it's the least our icy, stone cold hearts can do.

A.N. Sorry I was dead for a while. I wrote a lot but it was in a notebook and I couldn't be bothered to type it out so...
The photo has nothing to do with the poem but it's CHRISTMASsSSssSsss yeet