By Arcassin Burnham




the end of us,
wasnt last we seen of each other,
with all the lack of trust,
something about us we uncover,
but in the end we almost forgot it,
in a hurry we use to try to make it,
but you probably wanted another,

i needed you and you bailed,
being with you i surely failed,
putting all the memories behind us,
even when i was in jail,
believing in what others say,
and meaningless ***,
do you know how much i felt betrayed,

the art of needing love,
something they cant ever forget,
even thought their really stuck up,
on your heart they spit,
a break up is a break up,
and it cant be tamed,
that would be so messed up,
if you were the ashamed.