14

It’s the 14th day,
I put on a smile,
True emotion stays inside.

I’m too weak to admit,
There’s something still left,
But I’m much to stale to cry.

I’ll laugh for awhile,
Dance the same dance,
And sing the same old song.

If just for a second,
I’d like to pretend,
You’d come back and sing along.

My hopes are too high,
I’ll fall to the ground,
My face covered in mud.

The mud is my shame,
Broken back is the pain,
Of not falling out of love.

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

'...I'm much too stale to cry..'

'...Of not falling out of love.'

From first to last, each line speaks of the experience, succinctly. ~pat

[Rhianne Ney]

does it really hurt to fall in love? just wondering...
your poem can make someone heart's heavy... I can feel the hurt..
but I sympathize with the narrator but I cannot understand his feelings that much...

[Drifter]

It doesn't hurt to fall in love; it hurts when you can't move on even when you know you should. I'll tell myself that I'm young and there are plenty of other people out there, but for now I'm just anchored back.

[Rhianne Ney]

oh... I'm just wondering... I'm too young to be in a relationship actually... thank you for replying... and good luck on moving on... Time heals a broken heart after all.... (: