My Broken Heart

Arms crossed and eyes averted,

please stop looking at me;

I don’t want you to see me,

not like this.


Not with tears forming

in the pit of my stomach,

heart broken by those before you.  


I can’t let you see

how much this hurts,

being near you…

wanting you to like me

for more than what you see.  


I just want somebody to love me,

for all that I am,

even when I’m vulnerable,

even when I let my guard down.  

View metaphorist's Full Portfolio