Her

Her.
She is all I think about.
Day in and day out, it's always,
Her.
She made my life heaven,
without her it is close to Hell.
Is there any way out of this prison?
Any way out of my cell?

I loved her so gently.
She made my life bright.
She seemed to do the same.
Without her, it is as if someone turned of the light.
Her.
She was what made me tick,
why is it that now, any time I think of her it makes me sick?
Her.
She seemed to love me,
but in truth it was fake.
Now, here I stand, broken and shattered,
I stand here alone,
the simple thought makes me shake.
Why must you leave me when all i did was love you?
It feelt as if she had shattered my bones,
Ground them to dust,
as if I had been crushed by hundreds of stones.

Her.
She bashed it my heart,
and spit in my eye.
Whenever I think of her,
I think I should cry.
But i cannot, for when she left,
she did not only leave,
but left me emotionless.
So here I am,
Sitting at my desk,
writing this damned poem,
out of regret.
I miss her so much,
but I know that all I long for,
is the caress of her breasts.
Her kisses so soft,
like caressing a flower,
I only long for her.
If only for an hour.

Her.
I hate her with every fiber of my being,
for leaving me, and causing that unforgetable sting.
She left me for dead,
dead on the streets.
Never again, will we meet.
I miss the sound of her walking,
I miss the feeling of her body on mine, as she sleeps.

Her.
She keeps going through my head,
thoughts never-ending,
resulting only in dread.
I loved her so much,
but it just wasn't meant to be.
I guess there just isn't a girl
out there for me.



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