crappy poem

You may as well have punched me

the hurt i feel inside,

and although i’m not yet crying

i’m trying to smile

because that’s all you can do,

smile and write

crappy poetry.

You care

i think,

you just can’t show it.

So i must train myself

not to care,

(an interpol line)

and find a strength

within me

to carry on and hope

that this can go back to

how it was.

Cos when it’s good it’s

brilliant,

but when it’s bad

it really hurts.

I’ve got to make a decision.