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It all started
As a little
Schoolgirl crush
I was so young
I didn’t know
Any better
I didn’t know
Not to give way
To my feelings
I didn’t know
How much pain
It would later cause me

I didn’t see you
At first
I didn’t see
The real you
Quite yet
All I saw
Was your adorable
Outer layer
And the way
You were so shy
Around me

I began to wonder
As the years flew by
How you really felt
You never acted like this
Around anyone else
You smiled at me
From afar
You blushed around me
Whenever we were close
You talked to me
Only in private
I began to wonder
Did you like me?
Or was it something more?

Three years later
My pathetic little crush
Had blossomed
Into something
Even I don’t know
Could it be love?
I wasn’t sure
All I cared about
Was what you thought
About me

For weeks on end
I tried my best
To summon the courage
To tell you
How I felt
To confess
Exactly what
Was going on
In my heart

I finally felt
Brave enough
To tell you
What I felt
About you
Brave enough
To ask you
On a date
Brave enough
To maybe even
Share my first kiss
With you

I approached you
On that fateful day
That single day
That would change my life
I tapped you
On your shoulder
You turned around
And looked at me
My heart leapt
In my throat
From that amazing feeling
Of being so close to you
So close
And yet so far

I opened my mouth
To speak
To finally confess
What I had held in
For so long
When she walked by

She ran up to you
And clung to your arm
She batted her eyelashes at you
Sounding half her age
Talked to you
As if you were
Some four year old boy
Not the fourteen year old man
I had grown
To love

She invited you over
To her house
And have some “fun”
That evening
You glanced at me
Then at her
And smiled
To my worst horror
You then said

You then walked away
Leaving me
Just standing there
With my mouth
Hanging open
With my eyes
Slowly watering
With my heart

You two are
Together now
The “perfect couple”
Or so they say
I see nothing perfect
In her
In you

All my friends
Tell me
“Forget about him”
But they don’t know
How hard it is
They never
Had their hearts
By the ones
They loved

So here I am
On my bed
Of you
More than I had
Ever before
As I dream
Of what you and I
Could have possibly
I can feel my heart
Even more
Why did you do this to me?

This poem is true. It actually happened to me; I'm still in the depression caused by this.

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The following comments are for "Broken Heart"
by fantasy_angel613

Better as Prose
I think this would actually work better as prose. Within a poetic format it simply rings as a cliche. There's also the fact that it's already written within a story format.

Actually, now that I think of it "As the Clock Chimed Seven" would probably work better in prose form, too.

( Posted by: hazelfaern [Member] On: February 19, 2004 )

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