When I saw the scars on his hand
Tried making him feel loved, tried to make him understand
Seeing him suffer from the pain he went through
Made my heart break in two.
Told him he was like once in a blue moon
Told him everything would be fine soon
He would thank me for my kind words
Said he'd love me and that I was the best in all possible worlds
As if my words were heard by the God
To life they were soon brought
His success did come with a passage of time
It wasn't easy, just like a mountain climb
But it didn't take long for his ego
To take over our love, passion and glow
"I'm busy" was what he said everyday
Took him from me, away and away
Now my days are like moonless nights
Tired from the secrets and the lies
No one there to make me feel better
The scars remind me of him, nasty and bitter.
~Poet's Note~
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