Torn

This feeling of uncertainty
aches within my chest,
pressing down on my heart.
We should be okay,
he said we were fine.
You’re overthinking everything.

Tears sting under my eyes.
Refusing to blink,
I press my lips tight
and wear a mask of confidence.
Confidence in what?
Was this really worth it anymore?

I focus on my book,
reading usually helps.
Not this time.
Music.
I can’t.
Running.
I freeze.

I collapse on my bed
Like a helpless animal.
My hands start trembling.
with what? fear? insecurity?
I don’t know.

Those three words. I hate them.

THE three words.
I love you.
I can't say them.
My heart lurches and thrusts.
Warm tears flow down
my face like summer rain.

I am alone.
I will be alone.
I need to see him.
I need to know for sure.
I pull myself together,
put on my mask
and jump in my car.
Hope.

Maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe I’m off.
Maybe we’re still strong.

I knock on his door
and walk inside.
I’m not.

Complacency.
Coldness.
Crushed.

We both agree.
We’re done.

Wow, this poem is charged with emotion. It had nice flow and drew me in right from the start.However I did notice a few nitpicks.

This feeling of uncertainty
aches within my chest, A should be capitalized
pressing down on my heart. Same with P and I think that heart should be moved up to this line
We should be okay,
he said we were fine. Cap H
You’re overthinking
everything.

Tears stung under my eyes. Should be sting, stung is past tense and is out of wack with the rest of this poem.
Refusing to blink,
I press my lips tight
and wear a mask of confidence. Cap A, and move confidence up.
Confidence in what?
Was this really worth it anymore? *Is not *was and move anymore up.

I focus on my book,
reading usually helps.Cap R
Not this time.
Music.
I can’t.
Running.
I freeze.

I collapse on my bed
Like a helpless animal.
My hands start trembling.Move up trembling
with what? fear? insecurity? Caps
I don’t know.

Those three words. I hate them.

THE three words. Are those suppose to be caps?
“I can’t say them.”
My heart lurches and thrusts.
Warm tears flow down my face like summer rain. Move these up a line.
I am alone.
I will be alone.
I need to see him.
I need to know for sure. Up a line.
I pull myself together,
put on my mask Cap P
and jump in my car. Cap A
Hope.

Maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe I’m off.
Maybe we’re still strong.

I knock on his door
and walk inside. Cap A
I’m not.

Complacency.
Coldness.
Crushed.

We both agree.
We’re done.

Anyway That's just a few things I think would make this flow a bit better, but it could just be me. I like this poem and enjoyed it. Keep it up! ~DG

This is really good. it gives a really good perspective on the truth in love