Hurting - Poem by jacqlyn sayre
Thanks for lying.
But still every day im trying.
To look past you.
Because not a thing you do.
Reflects the women you used to be.
Back when it was you and me.
But [fuxk] the past
I guess the real you is what your trying to mask.
You've sold out.
Now your leavin me here to pout.
I tried to make you happy
I guess you were always so canny
I was there through through thick and thin
This is how i get repayed? ?
Wow, wat a kick to theshin.
But still I wouldnt trade
A single memory we had.
Because even tho it makes me sad
I knew the women you use to be
Back when you felt free.
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