Her Again Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

Worshiping her every night,
Thinking of what might have been.
I get blinded by her sight,
I'm being controlled by my sin.

I've done many things in the past,
Cropping it all up inside,
But it all happened so fast,
Now there is no place to hide.

I can't ignore the betrayal,
She has done the worst thing.
I first thought she was so frail.
But she hurts me with her sting.

I endured everything every word.
She was speaking like I was the one.
But she treated me like dirt.
How could I have been so dumb.