Did she really mean that much to you?

That you were even willing to leave me behind?

Couldn't you remember all the things we use to do?

I never imaged you could be so unkind.

Now I'm left feeling insecure,

Trying to remember the past,

But now I must only undure,

This feeling which is unsurpassed.

As my sorrow converted to tears,

I wondered how I could be so gullible.

At last I realized my fears,

And knew what it meant to feel susceptible.

After the tears, came envy.

Which shouldn't come as a surprise,

Because through it, there was jealousy,

And of course, my demise.

Jealousy turned into anger,

Which pushed us farther apart.

Everytime you talked to that stranger,

It mutilated my heart.

I remain here sad and alone,

Still wondering why,

As I lay prowne,

Just waiting to die.