Helpless -poetry-

I just wrote this poem and posted it to my blog. Then I was afraid I would lose it there, and no one would read it, so I'm putting it here in a better spot.

HELPLESS

It is bitter agony
To love someone that stopped loving you
To want them
To crave them
To think of them a thousand times a day
To know they don't think of you
Like they once did
To feel the inside of your soul die
Bit by bit

Then to see them serve another
To see them sit at her feet and beg
To have the other person be their whole world
It burns
It stings
And you can't fix it
Helpless

I don't know what other people do when they are heartbroken, but since I don't drink or smoke, I write poetry. Sometimes I write songs. Sometimes I just walk a lot or write long entries in my journal. Somehow typing on the computer doesn't have the same effect.