Eleven.

break ups suck, heartache sucks, romance sucks.

Eleven. 

do you think about me?

does your stomach sink when you get a message from me?

does your heart jump out of your chest when i call you?

do you miss me the way i miss you?

i feel sick to my stomach everyday,

i think about you constantly,

you are my happiness, my one true love,

you are my key

my key to being happy, successful and loved.

i would do anything,

anything to have you back,

anything to feel your love, your touch, your kisses, your hugs,

i would sacrifice the world for you,

to be with you, one last time.

but, i also hate you.

i hate you for putting me through this,

the constant anxiety, crying and heartache.

i hate you for still having a power over me,

for still being able to dictate my mood.

i hate you for torturing me like this, 

but at the end of the day, 

i still love you.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I have ever written, and I wouldn't consider myself someone who is good at grammar or words. This just came straight from the heart, it's all raw and fresh emotions, and I guess I wrote it as a release and an escape. i hope its ok, excuse the grammar and bad english.

Reviews

[Karen Redburn]

Hi there! Welcome to WC. This is a simple and bittersweet poem. The pull to move on, but getting yanked back into those feelings, the memories of lost love. Great poem, your simplicity is wonderful! Just curious, why did you title it Eleven?

[Anya Chohan]

Hi! Thank you for the kind review :) It's called Eleven because Eleven was my code word with my ex-boyfriend for "I love you" when we were out in public haha

[Karen Redburn]

Awe, that's cute! Sorry, my grand daughter watches Stranger Things and I wondered if it was a reference to the character "11" in the show. That's why I asked. And your welcome!