Over

The days gone by,
The time you’ve spent,
The day it was over
The truth that was bent.

The trust I placed,
The words you said,
And those torrid moments
On your bed.

The lies you told,
The things you didn't say,
The way I did everything,
In your own way.

The problems we had,
The kisses we shared,
The help that I gave you,
The strength that you bared.

The things you told,
The things you gave,
The way you did it,
The way you weren't brave.

The part that you hurt,
The heart that you crushed
Is all part of me,
The cheeks that you flushed.

(The lust between us,
The love that we had,
Are now just like
An apple gone bad.)

The questions I asked,
The way you replied,
The fact that it’s over,
Leaves me dying inside.

Should I leave the verse in parantheses in the poem?