You don’t love me.
Your words say so
Yet you say we can still be
together.
How wretched I feel
to be so unloved
uncared
by you.
I had hopes
I had dreams
with you all in it.
But now they are just silent whispers
of nothing.
I cringe
I sob
I cry myself to sleep.
My heart aches
Ten thousand times
As it did before.
Why don’t you know how?
Why can’t you learn?
Why do you keep at bay?
I am sorry
For anything that hurt you
In the past.
But mine is not
Perfect either–
Scratched lenses
Thrown deep into the mud.
So why am I able to love, still?
Why can I do such a thing?
How will my heart ever
Be healed?
It’s cold, very cold
But somewhere
down deep down,
I still have hope
For better times.

incredible poem!