This was a poem I wrote while slowly getting over a bust up with a current boyfriend.

You have no idea how it feels,

To know I broke your heart.

To know that I didn’t feel the same,

Right from the start.

You have no idea how it feels,

To say it to your face.

If feels like God’s frowning on me,

I run away from His grace.

The morning that I told you,

I woke in terrible pain.

Everytime I thought of you,

I didn’t know how to explain.

Everytime you said “I love you”,

I replied just the same.

But when you hugged me goodbye,

My face was covered in shame.

I could not love as you do,

All fire, blaze and awe.

Every lie I replied,

Made me feel quite sore.

So when I heard that I was hurting you,

I knew it all along.

I knew that beneath all my happiness,

Something was wrong.

So when I said that I was closing the door,

I knew I’d caused you pain.

I knew that at some point,

It would be something I couldn’t contain.

So here I stand, taking my ground,

On the burnt pile of love we built.

You may say I did nothing wrong,

But I’m still under the torture of guilt.

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