• How could this happen again?
    Another heartbreak, a returning friend.
    No please tell this isn't true.
    Why does this have to end and I start a new. Many times I have tried to wake myself up.
    But ******** it's just not going to work, it's not enough.
    What else can I do before I decide to die?
    Hating you is impossible so why should I?
    Everything of me, I gave to you, even a tender heart.
    In three months it was healing just fine. But now it's falling apart.
    Just to let you know I loved you to death. You knew it.
    So why do I feel that you don't give a s**t?
    Of how I feel and how I felt about us?
    Letting that go is hard but I must.
    With all that I am and ever was,
    Is devoted to love and not lust.
    Didn't you see the amount that I've shown.
    For a pervert I loved, from a nymph you owned.
    How am I supposed to live without you now?
    Should my mind be full but have a closed mouth?
    Shut to hold all emotions in the heart, which it fills?
    Or do I keep writing down what they are and let them spill.
    Yeah maybe I should do that part. Just let them out, let them escape.
    If I do something else that would be a BIG mistake.
    Losing my life over some guy that made me sad.
    And having all that love me be against him and mad.
    No, I can't, I rather end this poem and not my life.
    Because this is one thing that makes me stronger as it passes by.