i wrote this about this one guy and m, some of you know the sitiuation here. i dont think im the best poet but whatever
Love is supposed to be a good thing right?
Your lover is supposed to love you in everyway.
Through good and bad and be there.
Its supposed to be like that.
SUPPOSED TO.
He doesn't care about her anymore.
She thought she'd give him a second chance.
She shouldn't have though.
He thought she would kill herself,
but that is the oppisite of what it is.
She's happiest with him and ants to keep on living.
Then things came crashing down.
Down...
and down...
and down...
He never took this seriously.
He asked got another.
He broke her heart again.
Now she sits in the dark crying,
wishing to die.
She thought someone acctually loved her.
For once SHE had a boyfriend who cared.
Some one to love her.
To care for her.
She's lonely again,
taking it out on other people.
As far as she knows she's a mistress.
Some girl to fool around with, not a care.
He denies the fact they were lovers.
He never called her his girlfriend.
She doesnt't let it show.
Should she?
SHe's been told not to let it show.
To show him she's to good for him.
But she loves him still.
She knows he still loves her.
Why shouldn't they enjoy this?
All she wants to do is die.
She got over suicide.
Got over cutting.
Got over saying goodbye.
But it came crashing down again.
Blew up in her face,
like everything always does.
