I sit here and wonder what I could write
To convey this anger and this spite,
I sit here and wonder what I should feel
Should my heart burn red?
Is this fuel real?
She made a choice
Yes!
Why can't I accept it?
She chose him over me
Why must I act so pathetic?
He obviously has something that I don't
So just cut my losses and move on,
My mind is making this crystal clear
But my heart is singing a different song.
My perception feels balled and twisted like an old piece of fur,
Common sense would tell me to leave this girl
But I can't............................................
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I love her.
The Not Yet Dead Poets' (and Writers') Society
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