It's Strange Poem by Talisa Dee Whitmore

It's strange I didn't enjoy your love when you gave it. Once you left I missed it all. Now my heart brakes and my soul aches. You left me without a shoulder to cry on and nobody to rely on. I always tried to please you but for tyour must it wasn't enough. I have a fear, of turning into he who left me with nobody to trust. I search for it in all that I do beceause guys aren't always gentle or true. Don't ask where love is; for if I knew, I would've already told you.