it pains me
because i would never
would have believed
you'd be the one
to break me

it hurts me
how i let you in
as easily
as you chose
to leave

it scarred me
when you'd go around
and call me beautiful
but treat me like
nothing special

it wounds me
that you didn't
have that audacity
or courtesy to say
goodbye

but what pains me most
is the melancholy
amounts of poetry
written all about you;
all for you