I gave my heart to you so clearly,

Did the smoke of your cigarrett hide it?

Or was it the alcohol that made it so fuzzy?

All I can do is give up on you.

I'll love you for always,

But who knows if I'll ever like you again.

The stubborn thoughts,

The disbelief in the one you "loved"

How could you?

I poured my heart out to you and you laughed,

I never cared what people thought of me,

But you thought meant everything.

I never really cared that you smoke or drank,

I did want you to cut back some,

Now I wonder if those are part of the break-up.

Did they effect the decision?

Were they more important?

What happened to me can't be why.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I fought for myself so I'd be okay,

So I could be with you.

You were on my mind the entire time.

I felt so helpless.

After it happened I blamed myself.

"I could've fought harder!"

So scared that when you found out you'd break-up with me.

Then someone lied.

And here this started.

But now I give up on you.

My heart was yours and you never took it.

*Melissa E. G. Juliana* 7/28/02