The Ring

The ring you put upon my finger ment nothing to you, but ment everything to me.
We both said that we wanted to spend our lives together but you couldnt stand by your word.
You went to be with her again,
you changed your phone number and dont want to talk to me.
I loved you with everything and gave you my all,
only for you to give it up.
I cry all the time and try to show the world that i am ok but I'm dieing inside.
I cant stand not being with you.
I want and need you in my life.
I dont like this feeling of lonelyness and emptyness in my life.
You always told me "you had me from hello" and thats lost.
You dont love me anymore,
you love her and want to spend your life with her,
not me and our family.
You broke my heart and its broken and hurt,
but what hurts the most is you hurt my son,
broke his heart, and shattered his life.
He cries everyday for you and misses you more then you could ever imagine. I
t hurts seeing him hurt.
He always thought the world of you and still does.
I hear all of the time "my larry commin home."
It kills me everytime he says it.
He looks at you as his daddy, and you played the father figure to him, and now he has nothing.
you threw him out like he was a piece of trash.
You were his wold and now he has nothing.
THANKS!
Well now I end this poem in hopes you will one day open your eyes and come back home and place the ring back upon my finger and share a life with William and I.