August - After

It's been five months,
since the night of the poems.
It's been five monts,
since my heart wasn't in ruins.

Five months ago,
you said you were falling.
Five months ago,
I was more than the others.

But, now, five months later,
I'm just one more to you.
It's midnight right now,
and the tears won't stop falling.

A friendship we had,
so beautiful and grand.
It all went down the drain;
nothing will ever be the same.

My heart's now in pieces.
I can't seem to pick them up
You were supposed to be here;
my heart breaks, can't you hear?

Tears fall down my face,
and I can't help but trace,
the memories of that night,
when we were shining bright.

You told me such pretty things,
and my self esteem rose in springs.
No one had ever made me feel;
your poems were so real,
that my heart made of steel,
you were able to steal.

But now it doesn't matter,
for you don't care what I think.
You don't even bother with a "hi",
and it's not that you're shy,
because that phase is long gone.

People drift away,
but I just wish you wouldn't stray.
It was so hard for me to stay,
but I guess now the only thing to say,
is I'll see you some day.