Suffering
I wanted Passion.
Not heartache.
I wanted a love,
That would last.
Instead I got
A love that
Tore me apart.
You didn’t love
Me at all.
Because if you
Did, you wouldn’t
Have walked away.
You Left Me.
I was left
Here suffering while
You walked away.
I was left
With this grief,
A love that
Now had to
Be grieved because
It was dead.
Dead, like my Hope for love.
Copyright © Jessie Melanson | Year Posted 2018
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