Unloved

To keep her,

I would have to have done the one thing I could not.

She asked me to stop loving her,

I even tried,

Because I did not want to lose the person,

The person who opened me up to the world again.

Did anyway.

Did she ever really love me?

Never really loved me,

I was just taking someone’s place.

Using me to replace someone else,

Never loved me at all.

Everytime am unloved,

No matter what words pass their lips.

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September 8, 2005

time to pick up the pieces