Third to Fourth

This is the process of some bullshit I used to go through.

You walk in with half of a heart.
You stare at other people, feeling slightly alike,
Because you hope they understand what you're going through.
THEY DON'T.

You suck it up and put on a smile,
Because what other option do you have?

They call you like cattle.
Elevator up to 3rd. Check.
Elevator up to 4th. Check.

This is the part that really hurts.
You assure yourself you'll be okay, but you know you're lying.
You just manage.

You walk up to the glass,
And another piece of your heart breaks as you see him.
You can't help but smile.
Even through all the pain.
It still feels good to see his beautiful face.
Even if it is through glass.

Another piece of you dies as he tells you he's doing alright.
Obviously you want him to be happy, but another part of you,
A dark part of you,
Wants him to be feeling the same as you.
Hopeless and lost.

Now, you can never read him,
So you never know if he's honest, or just trying to spare you
Some kind of heartache that he assumes you'll have.

Words come out and nothing makes sense.
I try so hard to look into your eyes, and I just can't.
It hurts.

You had no idea you broke my heart.
Nay, you're breaking my heart. Everyday.

Reviews

[Salem Fitzgerald]

I love this one. I love the title so much.

[Adam Adams]

"Obviously you want him to be happy, but another part of you,
A dark part of you,
Wants him to be feeling the same as you..."

Deep. Dark. Poetically sophisticated. Deeply written words...
You expressing here the beautiful thou' dark side of love in one phase - in one poetry. It makes you full of pleasure but also leaves you with much emptiness... the aches he given to you are the ones that waking ya up overnight so you want such aches get rendered to his heart as well so as he could dare of volume how it feels when "blessings" (love) becomes "curse" (ache) ... if it's not treated nor treasured right. Very deep poetry you've come up with. Nice imagery!