A little poem that my friend wrote....

seeing them so sweet beside me,


is the worst thing i can see,


with him tickling her,


and her cuddling a stuff toy's fur,


maybe this is what they say,


that happens almost everyday,


to me, she is a vain,


but really, it causes me much PAIN.





i wanna stop looking,


and maybe stop crying,


saying they are meant to be,


but deep inside hurting me,


i also wanna stop loving,


and start killing,


all the memories when i liked him,


and start with another and new theme.