They say you’re not worth the tears on my pillow,

Or the emotion I carry as scars.

But to me you were and still are,

Worth more than a skyline, bursting with stars.

I’ve tried to push you out, but you keep slipping back in,

And when you see me, no hello –I’m stressed. I’m crumbling.

Broken is not the word, and heartbreaker is not the noun

You said I meant something, so why just watch me drown?

You could have helped me.

And now it’s Friday’s binge drinking,

Night times are spent thinking

About you. About me. About all the could have been’s.

And I can’t take it.

How did one boy turn my life so sour?

How did it return to the point I’m wearing a bikini in the shower.

To look at myself?

I don’t have the power.

RATE THIS BRANCH!