Untitled (July 1999)
It was a rainy Monday
when you told me the news
I was hurt
I was confused
:Things aren’t working out”
I said, “Is there someone else?”
You didn’t answer
just looked away
Funny how I knew the truth anyway
I must have been blind
I must have been deaf
I didn’t notice
until you left
Come back
come back home
Don’t leave me here alone
She doesn’t know you
Like I do
She doesn’t love you
like I do
She may be your angel
but that doesn’t mean my life
should be a living hell
Notes:
Remember that boy from the previous poems? Eventually he broke my heart.
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