Just as I sit alone I reflect back on the past, I think about all that I've been through, I realise it wasn't really worth it, I loved her with every bit of me, Having no ego to text her first, To listen to all her complains, To bare with her mood swings, But what do I get?
A heart which has been crushed to the last of its peices. A girl who was once a poem which I couldn't recite, And my life a story I always wanted to make a best seller.