Finished - Poem by Beautifully Broken
When I need you the most you aren't even there.
I'm beginning to realize that you don't even care.
What am I supposed to do,
Where am I supposed to turn?
Into the arms of another man,
Seems to be the only other plan.
It's not something I really want to do,
But I am sick of fighting with you.
Your actions cute me deep,
Like a sharp serrated knife.
Actions speak louder than words,
And you'll realize you had it good afterward.
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