its 2am

So I got some crazy news the night before and well, i didn't take it so well. not as well as i thought i would or should. but to make it worse it really proves my point that no one can be trusted. but out of every bad experience comes something good. which lead me to write this piece

when your heart is broken there is no band aid big enough to sooth the pain
and provide comfort your soul.
there is no napkin that could wipe the tears from your eyes,
nor is there any words that could solve your problem
and make you feel better about being you.
it hurts to smile,
it hurts to listen.
listening to the beat of someone else's heart,
knowing that your heart will never beat as one.
it hurts most when he wont see you off when you drift to sleep,
missing the tiny hairs on ya head,
he wont push the strands be hind your ear
and kiss you gently on your forehead.
it hurts more to listen to the comforting words,
knowing that they aren't meant to ease your pain.
the butterflies in your stomach isn't because of the queezy feeling you get when he
kisses you,
romancing and undressing you with his eyes.
its not because he whisper's sweet nothings to you,
making your spine shiver and your legs quiver to the tone of his voice
and the soft kisses to his touch.
there is no scale big enough to measure the pain he has caused.
there is no clock to tell the time you have spent wishing you were back in his arms.
there is no calculator to sum up the amount of love you have given,
subtracted by the lies, added on by the pain of the past,
divided but the memories and taking the
square root of the emotions you have poured out to him on the phone.

and its not finished but hey..guess i'll finish it one day