Monday's Muses

Heartbroken .

I loved you,
you loved me.
4 years.
I remember staying up
for countless hours
texting you.
Tick
tock
tick
tock.
As time elapses,
our love grows apart.
No more warm kisses.
My cheeks feel cold
like a frosted winter day.
No more laying in your arms.
Countless tears
falling down.
Drip
drip
drip.
You were the bee,
and I was the flower.
We both needed
each other.
But now 
you don't need me anymore.
I'm unwanted.
Like crumpled paper
thrown into a waste basket.
Forgotten.
My computer blasts
the music that
reminds me of
what was once us.
"Perfect Two" is what
we used to be.
I keep hoping
that one day
you will love me again
like I love you.
And every night
I stare at the time
and wait.
I don't blink.
I can't.
11:11.
I always wish that
one day the love
we used to have
will somehow come back,
but it never comes true.