It’s the middle of the night,
a mere two hours before dawn…
and all I want to do is tell you
how much I love you.
Alas, I cannot…
for you asked me not to.
You gave my heart back to me,
even though I know you love me too…
such the chivalrous thing to do,
but you see, there’s a problem;
my heart hasn’t been beating right
since you returned it,
and there’s this horrible pain in my chest
that causes my eyes to leak.
I can’t sleep,
and it seems to have affected
the smile on my face.
Yes, I know we’re still friends…
the best,
and I know you aren’t leaving me
in that capacity…
but when I gave you my heart
for safe keeping,
I think you might have,
accidentally,
broken it.
All of a sudden,
my dreams are gone,
and my poems have no rhyme.
There’s no magic
or fairy dust
in my world,
it’s just….
Gone.
I missed you before
I knew you even existed,
and I miss you more now
that you’re here.
I am not going to pretend
that I understand
why God allows
these things to happen,
but…
I’d still rather
have this ache in my chest
than the nothing
that was there before.
