My Old Home Planet

I know I need to get over you,
But just one more poem.
You were my world,
Everything you did shook my world.
And I steadily made a palice on my world,
And the towers reached up above the sky.
I looked around and for the first time in a long time,
I was happy.
I was happy for those who had some one,
And I consoled those who were still pringles.
I was flying above everything.
But then you became a master at ignoring.
And my castle was bombed.
It crumbled around me,
Falling over me head,
It trapped me inside.
For a long time.
But then,
I found the strength I didn't have,
And pushed through the rubble.
A victim of abandonment.
I set sail to look for a new world,
And I felt happy again.
Free to be me with no confinement.
But now it hurts all over again,
Not really because of you,
More because I realise before my eyes everyone else is happy.
Either content to be a pringle,
Or happy in a relationship.
But now it's just as bad a before,
And I'm crying at night.
I haven't done that since before you.
I need to quote the song Beautiful Ghosts,
"All that I wanted, was to be wanted."
It's the truth.
And you wanted me,
But just to say you had a girlfriend,
Which is funny, because you didn't want anyone to know.