If I Can't Post Rubbish Like This...

Then what's the point of having a blog?  This is my nonsense blog, anyway. So no harm posting random stuff:

This is not a poem.
Everyday my heart breaks into another piece.
I cry and I cry and cry.
I can feel my soul and I know it’s somewhere between my heart and my throat.
This is not a poem.
I can never tell you again that I love you. That I think of you everyday.
I can’t even speak to you. You don’t seem to mind.
I cry and cry and I cry.
I can’t look into your eyes and touch your face.
I can never kiss you softly and tell you I love you.
But this still is not a poem.
The blue skies are still blue.
The grey ones are grey.
I cry on blue days with grey skies. I cry.
I lost my best friend. I lost my dreams.
I lost everything when I lost you.
But at least it’s not a poem.
If I’m lucky I can distract myself with games and faces I hardly know.
I can hold it off until I sit alone.
And cry and cry and cry.
If my eyes could just see you.
If you would just speak softly in my ear.
I wouldn’t have to hurt. I wouldn’t be alone.
I wouldn’t have to miss you so much.
I wouldn’t have to write a poem.