The smile upon her face when she's with him,
Stirs fiery rage deep within me.
I fight the urge to knock him to the ground,
Instead I walk away with clenched fists.
I know that she can never love me again,
That he is better for her,
But it does not quell my rage or my jealousy.
Everyday I see them,
Laughing and smiling.
I want to be them,
I want to be him,
The guy who got the girl I love.
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Poems/Six Word Memoirs
PoesíaThis is a book of poems written by myself. I will be adding a new one every week.
