I sigh as I pen out my troubles- so vain
It seems writing about myself is, even in pain
Woe am I, woe I was, woe I remain
Until someone my pain have slain

The number of poems I've writtenabout you, so vast
And I'm sure this one won't be the last
But I've learned a broken bone isn't healed fast
It needs first be encased in a cast
Who knew how much, first, I had to be dashed

I thought you loved me
I was wrong
I thought together we were happy
Maybe for a time
But not for long

You left me lying in the dust
For the world that lies around
As I feel no hate or lust
Just my dreams come crashing down

I knew I shouldn't trust you
I thought it from the start
But you seemed so sincere...so true
So I opened up my heart

But you didn't even notice.
You didn't even see.
When you left, you ignored the dying
And you didn't come back for me.

I thought I'd found a fantasy
A dream actually come true for me
But it was a short lived happiness
Hurt soon overtook the glee

Why do I even care enough
To write you one last poem?
Isn't the pain I have to bear enough
That's made my heart it's home?

You will never read these words.
I can guarantee it.
'Cause you will never care enough
To even want to read it.

Sara Zoe Tigris
3/26/08