*love?

Too many times Ive sat there thinking...
about you..
about me...
about us.
i think about all those things you said to me.
the things that made me feel like a princess.
then i thought about how i was deceived and cheated.
how you really didn't mean those things you said.
how all i was to you was nothing but another name on your list...
your list of girls
just so you could win a stupid bet.
you tried to tell me i was the exception.
the one you really loved
but you've thrown that word around too many times
that word means nothing to me anymore.
i was told it was a happy thing
but when i hear it.....
i cry.
id rather be lonely than live by the definition of your love.

*this poem isn't about me... i didn't write it about anyone. it just kind of came out one day when i was writing and ya... so please comment