Agony

I sit here in agony,

While you are beaming

with pleasure.

I sit here going crazy,

While you think

about him.



My first thought of you

is filled with love,

but the second isn't

so pleasant.



The pain in my heart

is not because of your

hate,

it is for my neglect.



Do we have to start over

from the beginning?

Or can we have it

the way it was,

when the thought

of me

brought you quivering

to your knees?

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