Poetry

You Don't Get It

You don't get it, do you?

Your every word stings.

You don't care, do you?

How much sorrow you bring.

You can say all you want,

starting now until forever.

If you ask if I love you,

my answer will be never.

You fill me with so much rage

I don't even try to contain.

You've made my world come crashing down,

and my tears are falling like rain.