Poems of Love and Suffering

II

More than ten missed calls
drunk in my bed
crying over things that I can't repair.
With a glass of wine in my hand
and my spinning head
asking for pity,
praying that it'll stop
all of this shit that is going on.
And now I doze off
trying to think straight
now that I've learned
you never wanted me
you always hated me
but I craved for you
and you left me alone
to suffer again,
I'm on my own
having regrets
trying to forget
like you never were
here.