I am Jack's Wasted Life.

It didn't take much to notice his face
As he walked in the room with his usual grace.
Fearing my own weakness I forged a grin,
Pretending I wasn't effected my him.
Awaiting a hug I swallowed my pride,
Then choked it back up as he walked right by.

I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

In an attempt to hide I retreated the room
To sit alone in my miserable gloom.
I closed my eyes to fight back a tear,
Wishing I were currently anywhere but here.
Suddenly I noticed soft, coming footsteps.
As if I wanted him to see me this big a mess.

I am Jack's cold sweat.

In a brief explanation I told him what was wrong,
That I can't help but cry when I hear that song,
And the night we shared was one for the books.
Then I noticed he dawned a sorrowful look.
He told me he loved all we had done,
But that night we'd spent together would be our only one.

I am Jack's Breaking Heart.

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4 comments so far.

1. 4 SUGAR BEAR says:

   OUCH!! Fantastic write C.L. ~PEACE OUT

2. Angel markotich says:

   ouch poor thing is this real message me if it is wow but if its not love the poem any way

3. Angel markotich says:

   how sad omg i cnt beleave thats real

4. Angel markotich says:

   how sad omg i cnt beleave thats real