Sometimes when I’m heartbroken
I break down and cry,
I can physically feel my heart break
And that causes my breath to halt.

Sometimes when I’m heartbroken
I ask myself why,
Why did I fall so hard,
Why did I devote my time?

Sometimes when I’m heart broken
I want to turn back the hands of time.
Wish I didn’t meet him,
Wish I didn’t let him in,
Wish I didn’t make him mine.

Sometimes when I’m heartbroken
I write love letters to myself.
He didn’t take my writing ability seriously,
So I console myself.

Sometimes when I’m heartbroken
I sit by the window and cry.
Was it all a lie?
Am I really that dreadful?
You tell me.

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This piece of writing was created as part of the WritingMe Writing Clubs with Sophumelela High School, Western Cape. Find out more here.