3 weeks w/o you now
no crying
not for me anymore
i dont know how to compare
the pain of losing you
its like I lost apart of me.
you have change so much.
you are not the person i fell in love wit.
i dont regret giving myself to you
but i wish i was more perpare for
how hard i fell for a loser like you
i have change 2
im stronger now than i was before
wit open eyes i see the world differently than before
I thought was worth all the horrible pain i wit thr
but now i know that i was so wrong
you purosely hurt me just for ur own enjoyment
you make me sick
how can you sit there putting me thr this
and stills say i love you
you have to be one heartless son of a b*cth
to do that. you are one.
i just hope ur happy cuz no one would be there for you like
i would have. one of these days everyone is gonna walk out on you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Jazmine. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.