What You Did Poem by mystery writer

the tears I'm crying fustrate me
I'm biting back on my lip with the intensity
It burns and stings my very soul
I'm thinking
Thinking about him
Thinking about how I loved him
Loved him more than he'll ever
Know
Admit
Remember
Oh how I long to see him squerm under the pressure of my accusing gaze
Oh how I would laugh to see some kind of emotion
Even if it was slight just to see it come from his body would be pure pleasure
I hope he's in some kind of pain right now
A pain that won't go away
An incessant
Irritating
Panging pain
One that feels like that of which that's in my heart tonight
I hope he feels everything that he did to me