I know he doesn't hate me
as much as he tells his friends he does.
I know it isn't hate he feels,
but it was never love.
I know I made him smile
once or twice, at least.
I know he cared a little bit.
That beauty loved his beast.
He's made up all these stories.
What a fabled witch I am!
Someone consiter the source
From which these fairy tales began.
I hadn't felt the magic.
No harder I could've tried.
It wasn't anything special.
No more truth could we both hide.
We both went our separate ways
Not much to my dismay.
When my name was brought up last night.
There was nothing nice for him to say.
I don't understand the problem.
I must have hurt his pride.
I couldn't do it anymore
I couldn't live a lie.
honest and heartfelt. He may say whatever ever he wants, only those who are willing to believe his point of view will believe! HBH
Well Amanda we can all be hurt by other people some people do it all the time but we must be strong, for we are who we are and we are all different, what i suggest you go to this person show some kindness tell them it's all right they will find peace one day, but then you must walk away Warm regards AJS
Personally, I'm not so proud of this one. Just how I felt at the time. Sort of a true story, I guess. Thanks for reading, anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so true, i have been there one to many times. im sry you had to go there to.