Now we sit here, broken hearted.
And it's all because of the seperate ways we parted.

*from my new poem, Breaking His Heart

He was the one who gave me the [[ WORLD ]] yet I || STILL.WANTED.MORE ||

He's crying to me, telling me not to go.
And as I wipe away the tears, I slowly hang up the phone.

It hurts me to see how _broken_ you are...
It kills me to know that it's [[ ALL . MY . FAULT ]]

I'm giving up on love and letting the pain in
It seems like you've got the best of me again