To The One I Loved
To the one I loved,
Do you have any idea how it feels to love?
To be able to fly like a dove
Then, have it ripped away,
Crying and wishing it had stayed.
To have the one you love hand you a noose
To hang yourself and make sure it's not loose.
To watch them laugh and spit in your face.
Like you’re an animal or trash, looked at with such disgrace.
Kill me now, for I'm already broken.
The name that once graced your lips will never again be spoken.
I am dead, now a forgotten memory.
I will no longer play a part in your cruel misery.
Goodbye to the one I loved
This poem is about:
Me
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