broken, again

 

I take it back.

This is not calm at all.

All I could think of

Is what the end of this road looks like.

What am I supposed to feel?

Being turned down after I just had my first step towards you.

I am speechless right now.

I had just written down a poem about the calmness of my storm for you.

Yet, a storm is still a storm.

And at the end, it's my boat sinking

Alone, all on its own.

What am I supposed to do?

I just had to wait for a month,

Not a week in, you already said

That you only saw me platonically.

I am a good friend to everyone,

But I don't need you as one more friend.

I said I'm strong.

But right now, I'm just stopping this

A storm that could end up

As a tsunami of tears

Overflowing the sound of silence,

Overpowering the blasting noise right now.

Last night, I was scared.

Because it was a big risk.

It was me falling again.

But in just five days,

You slammed me down,

With the doubt of ever catching me.

Hand me the glass,

I'll cheer to my once again broken heart.

Fill it with wine,

As I will continue to tell myself I'm fine.

Now I have to build myself back up again

Because I must.

I'm strong, cute, charming, smart, and confident.

I have passion and ambitions.

Thou shall not strike me down again,

Nor waver my worth again.

For I am me, figuring it out like I always do,

Coming out strong, forever and always.