Ain't love the sweetest thing?
This is the first poem I’ve written, Since I found out the truth of your lie. Not to put too fine a point on it, I Hate you For what you’ve done to me. I’ve only cried once in front of you about this, And lately I’ve been acting normally around you, But that doesn’t mean I don’t still feel the gaping tear where that useless Trust used to be. It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped weeping in my sleep. Advice from all sides tells me to leave you, to strike out on my own. But I love you, you see, and it’s hard to imagine how I could survive alone. So I trudge on, Ignoring the pain, And, whenever I catch myself thinking of the two of you together, I look into your eyes instead. And even though you’ve hurt me, More than I ever imagined anyone could, When you hold my hand I am still eternally grateful to have you. Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 09:03 AM PST 0 • 8
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