Broken Hearts

When I cast my eyes at you,
you look right past me.

Looking at someone else,
someone you used to love.

I am not him.


But still you see him,
whenever you see me.

Please see me.

My heart is breaking.

Please look at me again,
and this time see me.

Please, I beg you see me.

When I see you,
it breaks my heart,
to be looked at as the one who broke you.

Please, let it be me.

I would be willing to be the one who breaks your heart this time,
as long as its me you see.

And only me.