The Broken Heart of an Almost Lover

I'm left with my love for you

bleeding out of my heart.

It slips through my fingers,

just like the way you tore me apart.

I gave, and you took.

I loved, and you looked—

but never held the weight of my love.

The truth is,

it was never going to be enough.

It was always going to be a burden

to someone too scared to open up.

It was easier to blame me than to understand me.

Easier to keep me waiting,

to hold me at arm’s length,

to put me in a chokehold—because I let you.

I liked the pain,

because it was all I ever knew.

But the pain started to lose its pleasure,

and all I was left with

was the afterthought of you.

I hoped—against all hope—you’d change,

that you’d meet me in the middle,

say you grew,

say you stayed.

I know I put too much on you.

I needed a step back,

and you thought I let you go.

But you didn’t even give me a chance to explain.

Your heart had already rejected my love.

Now it pours from the wound you left.

I watch it spill through my fingers

and cry with all I have left.

I know once I let go,

it’s forever.

The love I had for you

will find another place to rest.

And one day,

I’ll be with somebody else.

Maybe then you’ll see the stain on the floor

where I bled for you—

and feel the stain on your hands

where your heart used to be.

Maybe one day,

I’ll finally be with someone

who can hold my heart

when I offer it.

And maybe one day

You stop letting the fear of heartbreak

Break the heart of others.

Sign the broken heart of an almost lover.