Everything made is meant to be broken.
Everything you have spoken,
Was far from reality.
You must be drifting amongst the stars,
And I’m observing from a distance far.
How much more should i be expected to take,
When more than half the people in this world are fake.
I don’t think she sees me,
Or who i have turned out to be.
I wish you just turned back around,
To get one more glance of my frown.
The last thing I wanted was for you to part,
Away from everything that set us apart.
If only you put aside the things that didn’t matter,
Then part of my world wouldn’t have had to shatter.
But at least now i know better,
Always looking for brighter weather.
I could never do the things you do,
And that just lets me be true.
I still have little hope,
I’ve definitely learned how to cope.
This poem was written/submitted by Heather.