I don't know what she has that i do not.
if your gonna tell me love than you are blind.
A stranger could have seen in the way i looked at you that saying i was in love with you was degrading how deep my love runs for you.
That's why i sit here a year later and can't help but wonder why,
why her and not me?
you have shattered the most fragile part of me into billions when it was one and i still want you, i need you.
does that not prove enough?
i know that your not coming back.
i knew you weren't from the second you said goodbye and i felt that first crack.
That is why i pour what's left of my heart to this blank piece of paper and not to those emerald green eyes, the eyes i shalt not see again.
a year later and the thought of you still makes my knee's go weak,
but your not thinking of me.
i could never love anyone the way i did you,
i gave you everything.
what's left to give?
just thinking about you bring tears to my eyes, a year later.
i'll never forget the way you made me feel.
you gave me reason and than took it away.
it's been a year and i can't get over why it's her and not me..
and i'll be writing the same poem, a year later.