astrophile

~Poem 028~

To her, you were everything.

To you, she was your occupation.

You enjoyed her, messed her up, but she stayed because she loved you, for some peculiar reason.

But, of course, you didn't care.

You thought

'Oh, great, yet another one's fallen for me'

But I assure you, she was the last.

Because deep down inside of you, you loved her.

And when she realized the pain you caused her, she left, and never came back.