Killing Me
Sometimes my life,
seems so empty,
every time I see,
you walk by.
You broke me,
I never thought you would,
I thought you were different,
but you're like the rest.
Honestly I miss they way,
you looked at me,
with eyes so loving,
and so kind.
But now those eyes,
are full of pain,
pain that only,
I seem to feel.
How is it,
that it hasn't hurt you,
and it's only been,
killing me?
poem by Katherine Bryce
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