The best of me
is what I never gave you
you have moved on to someone new.
I served my purpose.
now
To you, I am of no use
this pain i feel is just to real
with each passing day though. I will heal
I loved
I lusted
I hated
I trusted
I yearned
I hurt
I was burned
I cried
I failed
I am exhausted
Crushed. not by u, but by my own weakness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your poems their really great :) Kat sorrow