I write this poem for you to read,
with heartache that will forever bleed.
I wish things were so differently,
sadly this is what you've made of me.
I sit here alone day by day,
realizing my life is better off this way.
I admit I still hurt from all your lies,
yet you'll never hear of my cries.
You once made my world stand tall and proud,
now what's left has crumbled down.
Something good has come of this,
one more chance to find true happiness.
I guess this is goodbye, and so it shall be,
wishing for your love, was foolish of me.
I will move on, which was too easy for you,
I wrote this poem hoping you'd feel heartache too.
