Wilted

My heart was just recently broken. A love of five years...thrown away for a moment of weakness...apparently I didn't matter that much.

Torn again, in my heart again.
A love that was always broken.
I never seen, what it would mean,
When I was only just a token.
No appreciation for a wilted soul,
No care for the withered brain.
He took all I had left of me,
And only gave me back the pain.
Five years wasted on a flower that
Would never bloom.
Meticulous love, overshadowed by
An unavoidable gloom.
Each petal faded and dried up,
To a crumble on the floor.
Even in the sun, its too dark for
A love that doesn't exist anymore.

Reviews

[PurpleQuartz]

I'm really sorry that you have to go through that pain! But however awful you feel--remember that you do matter! Your beautiful writing shows just how amazing you are!

[Shawna]

Thank you so much, it took me a while to realize that!

[Rhea752]

I am so sorry honey!! The pain in the poem is very evident, yet the whole thing is exquisite. Keep writing!

[Shawna]

Thanks so much! :)