Holding you with empty arms, a lonely heart, and an unwilling mind,
will it ever be okay?
Going through the motions just to go through them
will only prolong his pain and waste his time.
I am convinced in the existence of love-
for other people,
Because as I gaze in the mirror,
all I can see is a hopelessly wiser expression,
and a loss of innocence-
the innocence that comes from childhood naivete
that lies in trust-
Trust that the person you love can do you no wrong,
and is there to protect you-
to be your best friend, to listen and support you,
to look at you with complete love shining from their eyes,
with a tenderness that can make you dissolve into tears.
To hold you and provide strength during times when life’s hurricanes
threaten to tear your world to shreds,
and to help you rebuild in case it does.
Never do you expect that they Are the hurricane,
leaving only destruction and chaos in their path,
laughing at your foolish heart every step of the way,
watching with pleasure as you take the bait time and again,
never really caring, never really loving, never really feeling anything for you.
That is what causes the worst destruction-
the knowledge that you never mattered in the least,
not for a single, solitary second did he care.
you played his game,
rolled the dice,
he won the prize,
got the girl,
and left you emotionally bankrupt.
And he doesn’t care,
never did-
because, when he walked away,
it wasn’t alone.

They say that to have loved and lost is better than
never having loved at all.
I disagree.
When you don’t know what you’re missing,
it doesn’t hurt so much.