Over It

Why do you hurt me in more ways than one?
I don't need your empty promises, lies and criticism anymore, I am done.

I needed your honor, trust and affection.
I longed for your effort, understanding and attention.

I regret giving the last 3 years of my life just for this:
All your immaturity, misery, pain and endless bullshit.

I don't want your "love," your "support," or even your tired "friendship."
You hurt me in more ways than one, and now I am getting over it.

-Erin Knapp-
December 19, 2002

Poetry Links
- How I Feel - - Silence - - A Letter to Ryan - - I Hope You Know -
- Over It - - Bye-Bye -
- Destiny - - In A Glance - - A Stranger’s Death -
- The Rose That Grew From Concrete - - Never Say I Love You -

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