What happened on this scary night?

I put my broken heart underneath a spotlight.

I’m alone,

Clutching my phone.

It’s true,

I’m wishing for a call from you.

I don’t want to be alone on this night.

My broken heart blacks out the starlight.

What happens when I run into you again?

I won’t pretend like you were just an old friend.

I don’t want to feel the fire in your eyes,

And hear you speak with a mouth full of crushing lies.

Can’t you see that you’re hurting me?

On this scary night, I should look to end the misery.

Does a broken heart ever fully mend?

The tricks, the treats, and the torture seem to never end.