Dying Poem by Cake Heart

I hear you talk
Her, her, and even more her
It seems like your trying to mock
The girl that loves you

As I sit here
On my bed
I wish I had told you, dear
I’m the girl that loves you

Now, I see your lips
They move, not a sound comes out
I am dying, my heart has rips
From seeing you and her

I’m the girl that loves you
Who just got tired of waiting
Tired of being number two
Second, against girl who doesn’t even care