For Everyone else

I gave so much to everyone else,

There was nothing left for you,

I didn’t think it mattered,

You had enough for two.

 

How wrong I was,

Your love ran dry,

A drop left at the bottom.

She lapped it up with poetry,

And I was then forgotten.

◄ The Next Victim

If I Died ►

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