I reach out for you.
Only to be swatted away in pure disgust.
The words ring in my head.
"I don't want no
pimpled face
ugly
short
Girlfriend anymore."
Ever letter is a lash of the heart-break whip
cutting deeper into it's target.
My heart.
What happened to 'don't judge a person by there looks?'
Tear sting my eyes
they get there venom from there meaning.
I beg
I plead
I cry
for you to reconsider.
Decline is all I receive.
That wonderful phase of love,
now vanished along with you.
What have I ever done?
To deserve this?
Oh someone please let me know!
So I may change whatever wrong happened.
I don't think I can take much more.
