It hurts,
to walk by your window at night
It hurts,
to look up longingly
at that window
and see a silhouette
the silhouette of someone
I once loved
who did not return the feeling
someone who broke my heart
into pieces.


A broken heart is painful
but it is an odd sort of pain
the pain that will mend over time
and leave but a memory
True pain comes not from a broken heart
but from betrayal
being stabbed in the back
by someone who you loved

This is the worst pain
This will not heal

It will burn into you
scarring you
leaving you broken
torn
No matter what
that pain will remain
and your guard will go up
The guard makes it near impossible
to find someone new
who will make you happy

Happiness only comes to those willing to welcome it.

My guard is up.