You left the window open

and walked away.

You left my heart broken

with nothing to say.

You heard my cries

but didn’t care.

You threw it all away

I thought our love was rare.

I’m stranded and lost

but I’m not broken.

You can have the memories

wear them like a token.

I miss you regardless

but this too shall pass.

I wish the situation was different.

It’s like a wound full of broken glass.

What hurts the most

isn’t our demise

it’s the sadness

that was missing during our goodbyes.

Would it hurt you to love me?

Maybe I would have been something you’d be good at.