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
But she still chose you
Every time.
All you are now
Is a crease in her past,
A scar on her chest,
A memory that fades
Faster then the photograph of you under her mattress.
Maybe now
She will find someone
Who loves her
Instead of someone
Who sucks the life out of her
Never satisfied,
With her beating heart
In his greedy hands.
- s.n.g.
