Why did it hurt so much everytime I saw her?
Why did tears run down my cheeks the moment I think of her?
Why did I feel so empty hearted?
Oh, wait...
I was the one that shattered her hearts
Into incurable pieces,
I was the one that left her alone in the streets
As she cried for my return,
I was the reason why her parents mourned
As I realised she's gone.
Every time I look back
This black monster in me grows and grows
like a disease.
That monster is regret.
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Stages of Sorrow
PoezjaLife is an act. Love is a lie. She's a Fraud. Now my heart is broken.