A Must

A Poem by Mariah

Oh this feeling I know all too well,
This familiar pain and sting.
I know in my head I should not dwell,
But this feeling is such a fickle thing.
Many know this feeling too,
The feeling of be crushed and broken,
Those who don't are few.
Love such as this seems like such a small token,
Until it's ripped from your hand.
My heart cries out as it's torn,
And falls to the floor turning to sand.
For you this love was born,
My heart now dust,
The tears have turned my eyes red.
You say ending this is a must,
And yet you've left me, in my heart, feeling dead.