Why does it bother me so?
Your kiss still lingers,
Your touch still burns,
And I’m still here?
She smiles at you,
You touch her hand,
She whispers to you,
You kiss her lips sweetly.
That used to be me remember?
I used to make you smile,
Make you laugh,
Don’t you remember?
You hold her waist,
She giggles in joy,
I’m dying inside
I was your fucked up little play toy…..
I know all too well the feelings you describe in this poem. There is no pain like loving someone who doesn't love you back. For what it's worth, I'd say it's HIS loss.
dreamofchasingangel