I don’t write because I want to,
But because I have too.
I need to let it out somehow!
The pain I feel,
The truth I never wanted to believe…
You played your cards well!
Who would have ever guessed
That you were capable of such a thing.
I need to tell someone about who you really are
About who you really are…
I trusted you and you still didn’t care.
When i saw her sitting on the couch,
And you were in the shower.
It broke me in half.
I had to go I couldn’t keep it together.
And when i came back and she was still here,
And she was in my spot on the bed.
It crushed me.
But only thing came out of my mouth is
I want her gone now and have a word with you.
When only thing I wanted to do
Is beat the living hell out of her,
and send you to hell with her.
But in the end I still care…
I still wanted to fix it, but I don’t know how.
I know I’m nothing more than another
Chick on the side to him now.
He even almost acts the part as well.
Will he ever care about me again
Or is it over for good?
This is why I had to write this poem for him,
To tell him how I feel,
Possibly get the answer I seek.
