cold shoulders
from you
leaving with
that girl
never looking
back at me.
not even once.
it was like
you stabbing me
with a blade
a steel one
and twisting it
even further.
my heart wept
when my eyes
refused to shed
the pearls
of misery
and sorrow.
the heart
is a fragile thing,
not meant
to withstand
hurt inflicted.
up till now,
I still wonder,
W H Y ?
if you've stuck around
this long i'm assuming
you enjoy this book even
though it's trash like me.
