What This Does To Me

Hello again, old friend.

I think it no coincidence

that I stumbled across your path

after all these years have passed

without a word between us.

I heard you have a lover now.

Somehow he snared you

while I was away.

And although it crushes

the very foundation of my heart

I'll hold it in without a single tear,

for I know you're happy.

 

Old friend, I wish you could see

just what this does to me,

but I won't let you

for what it might do to you.

I'll let it go and hope I survive.

This bridge between us is burning,

and I don't know what to do....

I'm not surprised that you found love -

you've always been so beautiful -

but all this time I imagined

it would be me by your side.

I see that I am too late.

 

Old friend, I cannot take this

burning in my chest,

the bleeding of my pride,

the tearing of my eyes.

I feel inside these things for you

and they are but a waste.

While you grow in love

I detiriorate in life in mind.

I can't leave this behind me,

but I guess that's just how it is.

It's never going to change.

I just get so tired of hurting here

and feeling my heart break.

There is nothing I can do.

If I leave I bleed,

yet with you I'm hurting still.

There is no substitute.

There is none other like you.

Author's Note

Not gonna lie, I'm a little proud of this one.

Reviews

[Pyronnor]

keep up the good work you have and always will be a talented poet:)

[Holly Mason]

well you should be*)
strong words in your content
express yourself wonderfully
thank you so for sharing