I never used to believe people,
Who said they had their heart broken,
When people took them for granted,
And used their love as a token.
But one day I realized that they were right,
And everything they said was true,
Until it was me in the bathroom crying,
While no one outside had a clue.
I sat there in the bathroom,
As the faded mascara ran down my cheek,
It was then that I realized,
That loving people only made us weak.
It wasn’t just the betrayal,
Nor was it the heartbreak,
It was one of the many risks,
That I was too confident to take.
I always made sure I was never,
Ever too close to anyone,
‘Cause usually the ones we would take the bullet,
Are the ones standing behind the gun.
From then on, I started pushing people away,
I started making a distance from pain,
Until, it’s today that I’m in the bathroom,
And it’s happening all over again.
Just so you know, I have not written this about a boyfriend of mine. This poem is about my best friend, who left me heartbroken. Friends can break heart too.