You Know The Story But Not Like This Poem by Colette Grosvenor

O, he looked at me,
He looked at me with such love in his eyes.
But I felt the fire build up inside me.
Though it was a beautiful september afternoon,
All I could think about was how he'd mislead my belief in him.

Did his fake charm and unattractive way with girls
Send me over the edge?
I felt it,
I felt the green eyed monster wrap it's claws around me.
Stealing me away, and molding me into something hideous.

We got to the top of the hill,
And there it was that I knew,
He would never love me,
And I would never be his.
Then the feeling grew stronger and took hold of me.
I was trapped in the talons of hate,
And it was that one push,
That did send him falling.

The regret in his eyes,
Thrilled me the most.
As he twisted ad tumbled down the rocky hill,
I half laughed, half cried in sorrow,
Under the pathetic sun of the September afternoon.

What did I do?
How could I do such a thing?
Now I am alone,
Now my life is broken.
It's broken just like the crown on jacks head