This Can't Be The End.

"Where the Hell are you
when I need you?"

Pushed down,
lying on the ground,
I scream one last time
"you're supposed to be mine".

I seen the ways you looked at her,
but I thought it was me you did prefer.
I guess I was wrong,
but I guess I knew that all along.

When I called you late at night,
you would always start a fight,
you're busy, to leave you alone,
you didn't want to talk on the phone.

Sometimes when I'd stir in bed,
frightened by dreams in my head,
I'd call you up and say "I'm scared",
but you just act like you've never cared.

When I pull you near during the day,
you try so hard to push me away.
I never clued in; I never realized,
that your "I love you" replies were simply lies.

Lying here on the cold, hard floor,
I know that I want you more,
and she doesn't deserve you like I do;
she knows absolutely nothing about you.

I've suffered days,
lived your ways,
I had to be tough,
to get your love,
and now I can't even have that.

But I still wish I could have you back.

Sarah Gammon ©
01/11/06