Everybody says that you should just remember the good times..
But I can't, because the good times..
Well, I lost them. Because I hurt him.
And it hurts me so bad..I just want to cry when I think of him.
And when I think of how it used to be.
How it used to be, when it was just him and me
Nobody but us, in our own little world-
How it used to be,
Before the clowns came in
Before our worlds split
Before I was a sin.
But I can't ever get that back.
hey.... i know exactly how you feel... i screwed up and i lost my boyfriend which is the first boy i ever loved and now he is dating one of my friends.... good poem... keep writing