Broken like a glass window
torn like a sheet of paper.
Heart broken into many pieces
by a non-existing love.
Wishing to be loved by
someone, anyone to remove her pain.
Watches love pass her by everyday
pretty ironic cause that's her last name.
Feels like trash thrown away
in the street after its use.
Soul needs an extra boost
wants to be needed like oxygen.
Will anyone stop to examine the pain in her eyes
and mend her broken heart?
.........I guess not.

Aisha Love

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/non-existing-love/