All I feel is humiliation.
Pain, anger, and despair.
She broke me down to a fraction of what I used to be,
And it seems she hardly cares.
She's not the enemy
For she still has my love always
But the pain and strife of losing her
Grows each passing day.
Friends come to you, saying as if they know
That "One day it'll all get better, and the resentment you feel will go."
What do they know? And what gives them the right?
It doesn't help for them to speak
Won't stop me from crying myself to sleep every night.
If I could go back... just change one thing
I don't know what'd I'd do, what I would change to see.
But if I could, and I would, make her fall in love with me.
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Mediocre Verses: Poems About Her
PoetryPoems written from the heart... from true emotions... about a girl. Isn't that what it's always about?
