Glad Your Gone! Poem by Emma Jane Rae

On the days,
when i start to miss you like crazy,
i pull the petals 1 by 1,
off of a daisy,
i sometimes think maybe he forgot,
coz it always comes out, with the same result: he loved me not!
i got fed up with his useless ways,
wasting all my nights and days,
waiting patiently for him to call,
he built me up then watched me fall,
kicked me hard when i was down,
but even now im wearing the crown,
maybe he thinks what he did was smart,
but now i have realised,
we are better off apart!