Same Old Feelings. Poem by Courtney Harris

Get past the who, what, when, where, whys.
No one knows how hard she tries.
Still they resign to speak their lies.
It's these feelings she always denies.
While she sits and stares as the blood dries.
On the inside that poor girl dies.
She lets him know with deep sad sighs.
As the tears dance from her deep blue eyes.
Things progress, they say their goodbyes.
Like always she just hangs up and cries.
But it's nothing new; it's no surprise.
This is the same old feeling she has come to despise.