I'm writing this poem..i don't know why
i'm writing this poem because you made me cry.
what you did to me i can't describe
the hurt i felt on the inside.
it was a feeling so bad i dont want to feel it again.
it didn't make sense when you said it then.
you treated me like a game you just couldn't stop playing.
"i'm sorry" is what you kept on saying.
but now its too late to even try.
you've moved on and so have i
