Too Young to Hurt This Much

I’m still young, still learning love,

Still asking God questions above.

Why does caring come with pain?

Why do good hearts break again?

I gave my all without a pause,

Loved him deeply without a cause.

Stayed loyal even through the storms,

While my own heart fought silent wars.

I memorized the way he spoke,

The little promises, every joke.

But somehow people change so fast,

And forever never seems to last.

I hate how one person can hold

The power to make your blood run cold.

One late reply, one different tone,

And suddenly you feel alone.

I told myself I would not cry,

Yet tears still found me every night.

Because loving hard is beautiful too,

But painful when it’s not returned to you.

I’m the type to stay and fix,

Even after getting hurt like this.

I’ll still pray for you when I’m mad,

Still care for you while feeling sad.

Maybe that’s my problem though,

I water flowers that never grow.

I give my heart in purest form,

Then sit alone through every storm.

At seventeen, I shouldn’t know

What it feels like to love this slow.

To stare at chats till 2 AM,

Replaying words again and again.

I shouldn’t know heartbreak this deep,

Or cry myself halfway to sleep.

But somehow pain became a song,

And I’ve been singing it for long.

Still, there’s a girl inside of me

Who believes in love honestly.

A girl who still gets butterflies,

Even after a thousand cries.

And maybe someday love will stay,

Not disappear or drift away.

Maybe someday I’ll be adored,

Without begging for the bare minimum anymore.

Till then I’ll carry this aching heart,

And slowly learn where healing starts.

Because even broken fl

owers bloom,

After surviving every stormy June.