Heartbreak

A poem about a break up.

Can I really define love?
Was it love that I felt for you?
Maybe. But you're gone, so how can I be sure?
I started with looking into your eyes and thinking, "This is all I'll ever need."
But in the end, it felt like you had killed me.
In truth, a part of me died.
But another part was strengthened.
So strong, it almost scares me.
I'm not going to say thank you, because you were wrong.
Now, I still feel hurt.
Not because I miss you.
It hurts because you walked in and out of my life like everything was still the same.
Like I would always be there.
Like our thoughts were never on the same wave-length.
I can't believe that you actually thought I would forgive you.
I'm scarred too badly.
Sometimes, when it rains, those scars hurt.