She moved on
and I feel sorry for you,
Because she overlooked your flaws,
Your temper,
Your selfishness,
Your inability to love anyone but yourself.
She could have anyone in the world,
Yet....she chose you,
But you didn't seem to notice
All you are now,
Is a crease in her past,
A scar on her heart,
A faded memory,
Faster than a picture of you
In her mind and heart.
Maybe now
She'll find someone,
Someone who loves her,
Instead of one that
Sucks her dry of her life,
Will he ever stop?
Although,
Her beating heart
Is in his ungrateful hands.
