You leave me.
Left alone.
For boyfriends,
For popularity.
You move.
Leave me.
Year after year,
Someone always leaves.
You forget me.
No calls,
No letters.
But I don't forget you.
You stab my back.
I hear this,
But refuse to believe.
It can't be true.
I trusted you,
And you told.
But it can't be.
Because that means
You're gone too.
And I'm left
Alone.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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