These are the first poems I've ever written, and I wrote them because I just wanted to express these feelings in a few words. If you think they're god awful, I understand.

You used to like me, you wanted it to work

You'd always text me and cheer me up

but I stopped talking to you because I was afraid

afraid of falling for you. I am still afraid, but I miss

talking to you. I guess you finally realized I wasn't worth it,

or maybe you realized I didn't want to put in the effort.

But I also realized that I miss you, I miss us talking,

I miss you making me laugh. Come back, talk to me again,

I won't push you away this time. I'm still afraid, but more

afraid of losing you then I am of falling for you.

These two poems are in no way connected, not about the same person. But perhaps you should read pain first.

Pain

You hurt me so. You were my first, the first I loved

I would've given up anything for you. You told you me

you loved me, you couldn't imagine the world without

me, you don't know what you lived for before I came

along. You told me I made you realize what love was.

I fell so hard, so hard for you. I loved you, and even with

your promise, you broke my heart. Left me to shrivel up

into myself, to loathe myself, to ask myself why? Why had

I fallen for you? Yet, I still love you.