That Makes One Of Us

Seeing you with her,
Makes me die inside.

Holding her hand so tight,
Like you never want to let go.

I can’t help but cringe
As I think of that one precious night
When that hand was mine.

Your foolish games,
And my pathetic hope
Made me think that you felt the same.
But now my dreams,
As shattered as my heart,
No longer wish for your imprudent love.

I hope you’re happy with her.
That would make one of us.

*i wrote this a few days ago... i really shouldnt be so selfish when theres other problems more important that his that need fixing....*