I hate myself

The first time we met , he was bright red in the face.
Blushing in every conner ... hiding in every place.

He would smile and whisper slowly in my ear , telling me that I am his beautiful dear.

He would touch me on the cheek and make me feel week, for he had loved me and I had left him in agony.

And now I look back , seeing him cry ... I used to ask the reason ... but now I know why .

It hurts , It kills ... call it whatever you will ...

But I call it Deciet and I call it Hurt ,
For I would of been with him ... if I wasnt blind and a stupid flirt!