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Feb 2013
Have you forgotten about me?
Am I just not important?
Had it been him,
You would have done it in a heartbeat.

Is it just me?
Or do I see the truth?

You do have a favorite.
You both do.
I mean little to you.

My heart,
My feelings,
My health,
And life,
Are unimportant to you.

You treat him like a king.
You serve him like a prince.
While I am left to fend for myself.

Do you even know you are breaking my heart?
Do you even care?
As I lay here dying inside,
You are somewhere upstairs.

So I’ll ask you one more time.
And you’ll say “sorry I forgot.”
But it’s too late.
I’ve already given up.

And the worst thing is,
I don’t blame you.
Jacquie Bullinger
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