Wasted Time

I poem I wrote after a heartbreak. 

Wasted Time

I shake when you are near.

I have nightmares about seeing you, causing me to live in constant fear.

You’ve probably forgotten all about me by now.

I guess I’ll get over you one day, but for now I’m not sure how.

When I think of you I breathe in your sweet, warm smell.

I’m trapped in these memories of pure hell.

I know I read into things much more than I should

But I’d really appreciate an apology or at least an explanation if you could.

You might not have realized that I thought taking me to coffee, sitting by me at church, and texting me were not-so-subtle hints.

Don’t worry, after you called me a bad person the message was sent.

I’m not sure why I’ve allowed you to have control of my mind for so long.

I dream of your presence, but I know that if we ever get together it will be wrong.

But I still dream of the day that you knock on my door, tell me I’m beautiful, and sing me a rhyme.

I’ll treat you the same way you’ve treated me and not give you any of my oh so precious time.