Get Used To It Poem by amanda siecinski

The thought of you leaves an ache inside of me
your face is all i wanna seee
your hand is all i wanna hold
your touch is all i wanna feel
and your voice, telling me i am your everythign
is all i wanna hear
but i cant ahve any of that
your saving it all for her
i know you dont want me
but the problem is as much as i cant make you want me
i cant make me stop wanting you.
so i will just have this ache inside of me
till someone better comes along.
i guess i should really get used to this ache
shouldnt i?