Treasure Island

David Breck

(1-6-1980 / Tampa, Florida)

The Agony of Love


The pain in knowing she doesn't love you.
I don't know how to explain it.
At times I break out in a crying fit.
The pain in knowing she doesn't love you.
It isn't physical, but more emotional.
In knowing the love isn't proportional.
I have felt pain, but nothing like this.
My heart sinks into a deep abyss.
I live the whole day in agony.
Contemplate non-stop, why not me?
Although I am still happy when she is happy.
I don't know why. It seems so sappy.
I will keep thinking about her for many days.
And I will continue to live in this haze.
I don't know how from my heart she will dismiss.
Until then, I have no love in my heart because I am heartless.

Submitted: Monday, February 12, 2007
Edited: Thursday, January 13, 2011

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