Treasure Island

Trysta Due

(July 7th,1992 / Wonderland)

The Way You Treat Me


Why do you treat me the way you do?
Why did you treat me like shit when you knew I loved you?
Well I just want you to know that everynight I've cried
And everynow and then I'd wish that I'd died
So when you figure out why you treat me the way you do
Maybe then I'll learn to forgive you.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, December 22, 2010

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  • Kyle Jones (1/14/2007 6:38:00 AM)

    Oh my gosh, this is beautiful, you're really an amazing poet, I can totally relate,
    I mean, once she knew I loved her she put me out even though she was my friend...
    Sigh, good write,
    Peace & Love,
    _Kyle (Report) Reply

  • Savannah Allison (1/9/2007 7:42:00 PM)

    I cried on this poem.It was absolutley beautiful.I have a similar predicament and its perfect for my situation (Report) Reply

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