Time for Murder

A poem about breaking someone's heart and feeling terrible for it.

Even as I write poetry about you

I know the feelings are fake

Fabrications of what I thought I wanted

Things I should feel for you

But I don’t

I loathe being alone

I avoid it at all costs

But now that I’m not

I find myself craving solitude

Yet I am not sure how to obtain it

Or if I even should

Because how could I hurt you

I try to follow my heart

But it has left long ago

Leaving a hollow crater in my chest

Making me cold

Much like the ever distant moon

That is surrounded by stars that shine too brightly

And are much too close for comfort

Illuminating me

Exposing me

Leaving me in uncomfortable silence

Am I just trying to push you away

When I really want you to stick around

Or do I actually want to be alone

How do I know for sure

Nevertheless

I am a coward

A coward unable to express my wants or desires

So instead

I will crush you the way I am crushing myself