This was a poem I wrote after the love of my life left me for another:

My heart Isn't the same because you left me. Because I sat there for months.

Wondering what I should do and you didnt.

You moved on and I hate you for that.

You should have waited for me to pick myself up and carry on.

But instead you left me for another, in the dirt dying inside, suffering.

And I think it was easy for you.

Easy, not even hard.

I think you felt as if you wernt guilty.

If it was my way, you would have felt this, because I did.

I suffered for months without my girl by my side to help me.


And I swear I will never trust anybody again.

Because I invested everything into our relationship and you spat bleach in my face because of it.

And I think it burned me, good and hard.

I could hear the sizzle.

And Maybe I liked it.

Thanks to you im colder.

Thanks to you im cautious.

Thanks to you im not a fool.

Thanks to you I learned to hate.

Thanks to you I hate

to you I hate

you I hate

I hate

hate.