Could It Be?

How many hearts must I break
How many faces should I remember
How many hands should I hold in mine
Until I find Her?

Could it be the one passing by?
Could it be that quiet, gorgeous girl?
Could it be my vice?
I wish I knew

I wish I could know
Which one I can hold forever
Which one I should whisper to at night
Which one?

But why should I worry?
I'm way too young
I have my friends
And they'll keep my company

I don't trust myself
Maybe I'm not ready
I could let myself into someone's heart
Just to realize I want out

Those broken hearts should hold on
Hold to the best of the memories
While I try to forget
That I abandoned them all

I wish I could say sorry
I wish I could make happiness
But it happened already
And there's no turning back

Why do I write these words?
Why do I need to shed these tears?
Shakespeare was wrong
I wish I never loved at all

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This poem is full of questions in it, so a title that is a question seems to work just right. It was the second poem made in school in Brazil, and it was a continuing expression of my sadness towards the situation with the girl who liked me but never told me. I thought about how hurt she must have been, and at the time I was talking to an ex that basically hated me and says she can't have a healthy relationship after me. I was annoyed that I had to go through all of this junk and then I had to let another girl down with this. I listened to John Mayer and really liked, and cried to, "Clarity" and "I Don't Trust Myself". Then came the first part of the poem, and the rest along with it.