A/N: Oh break ups, a little more dramatic then they really are. Well I wrote this in the after-math of one. What a thrill. Yuck, what an ass people can become, non? So just enjoy the poem for what it is. They'll be three or four from the same break up, so I hope you enjoy and read them all and maybe even like one or two!

If you actually like this series of awkward poems or just want to be nosy and know more about this break up, I will be posting a story I wrote ages ago. And I'm kind of proud of it. But anyways.

// October: Day 2 \\

And the fear outlined her face.

She's shaking

and alone,

oh-so alone.

No one understands

how alone and how cold she feels.

They assume.

They assumer she'll better,

they assume she'll get over it,

they assume the tears will stop soon,

that the pain will fade.

That feeling will be let go of.

But she knows.

She knows it's not going away.

Not for a very long time

And so she shakes.

Shakes as she cries,

cries over his picture,

sheds tears over the memories,

over the words she wanted to say

words that never had a chance

words that echo

in her mind

in her ears.

All alone in a cabinet

Locked away

For no one to see

She sits waiting

Forever

// La Fin \\

A/N: So sad and mopey, I know, I know. Hopefully it wasn't too horrendous [or you decide to pity me], write a review [bad or good], and read the next poem in this horrid series.

Pity me and the beautiful green review button beneath me and help deflower his purity of no review. Wow, I think I'm dirtier in my author's notes than in any of my stories. I'm an interesting human who rants very much in her author notes. Whatevs. Review, s'il vous plait?

Je t'aime.