Silent Music

I think it's better to write about
a first heartbreak 
            in poetry pages than in journals,

The words can come out right
without sounding cheesy but
             the pain is more apparent.

I don't know how,
I don't know why
             how it came to be this way

All I know is that 
his face is in my head
              I can't really explain.

The pain is not so fresh,
it feels kind of numb.
              but I wish I could confess

My chest feels hollow,
not like the day before yesterday
              circumstances change.

His signals were clear-
he liked me a lot.
               And I fell for it.

But not it's different- we're just friends
stuck in that horrible                    
              Neverland

And I miss him more
than I ever thought I could
              Turns out Neverland's not pretty at all.

It's dark but clear,
like the sky that's yet to rain
               It never gets better than yesterday.

Maybe it was all in my head-
It'd do something like that
              unlike how I expected.

But I can't believe that
I almost broke it off                 
              so he couldn't hurt me.

But I changed my mind,
Wow how irony shows,
              he hurt me instead.

Now we play music
and all I can hear:
              the melody from our hearts:

It's cold-ringing- and             
              silent.