Though some have changed,
and some are gone forever,
Most remain the same,
But one I shall see never.
She's not gone completely,
not dead, that is to say,
But I now barely see her,
sometimes once a day....
a former bestest friend,
a favourite, number one,
times we did enjoy,
those times once were fun.
But she has moved on now,
I'm not good enough for she,
she was my favourite person,
she was good enough for me.
I tried to tolorate,
ignore it, say it's fine,
she used me and abused me,
I counted up to nine.
Now I'm at round fifty,
fifty things she's done,
the times we don't enjoy,
the times are never fun.
My stress goes through the roof,
she acts like I don't care,
everything's my fault,
and no-one can compare.
but I'm done,
there's no more to say,
I only hope she knows,
I hope she rues the day,
that day that she decided,
I'm not good enough for she,
because now I sit here thinking,
she's not good enough for me.
Please tell me what you think
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very well done
Don't you hate it when that happens. Too often the decent folk in the world get used and abused by those less kind and untrustworthy, though we never realize until it's too late. So many people with so many different agendas, and they never match up. I'm sorry to hear about your loss in this, but glad that you are clear of the situation, no matter how much it hurts. Keep up the good writing, and I'll try to be on more often. I've been away for a very long time, kinda lost touch with my inner poet, but I'll try to stay more on top of it.
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