Untitled Poem

my heart is torn, left tiny shred
almost makes me wish for dead
for in death my heart would heal
for this dilemma seems unreal

she said she loved me over again
but in fact it was just feigned
she loved me not and lied to me
she said she cared but i can't see

how could she care yet tear apart
the love that all but filled my heart
and have the ceaseless gall to say
no hurt she wished to me that day

but i hurt, for i am man
neither hate nor forgive her i can
though she tore my heart apart
i love her still and yet i start

to wonder what did happen here
was i not good, did i not hear
the warning signs if there were so
why did she leave, why did she go

she kept saying bout how she'd lied
but who know what goes on inside
was i a game to keep amused
then thrown away after being used

just a toy without a heart
without feelings, not very smart
a little man she could make dance
whilst i enamoured in romance

i was in love but am i now
i know not this nor know i how
i can live on past this day
she hurt me much thats all i can say


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