It just kills me that you have no remorse,
that you couldn't even be bothered to
get my name right
while I'm the one growing through
hell over you.
You had a year to
get to know me,
to touch me.
Only to turn the other way
when I finally returned your affection.
Everyone says that you should have
been grateful to have me.
But I never believed them.
I just wanted to be your saving grace
to be the one person in your life
you could count on,
turn to.
YOU ARE READING
Seeking Solace
Poetry"No One Sane writes a novel" "Now you see What's wrong with me." // Chicklit #366 Miscellaneous poems of a never ending sort.
