William F Glennon
On The Edge - Poem by William F Glennon
I always knew how to hurt, knew how to heal.
I know how to grow, know how to let go.
If you only knew that I gave it all.
Only if you loved me, like before.
Love is a losing game.
I only have myself to blame.
I wonder if you will ever feel my pain.
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