CRUSHED

I fell in love with a man who i called my sweetheart.
He would tell me he loved me, but he didnt mean it.

I would think that one day ill marry him and we will be happy.

That was before he broke my heart and tried to shatter my dreams.

He was vulgar, mean and angry. How can such hatred be held in such a young life?

I ask for attention he would shun it away.
I'd ask to go out, he'd say he was too busy.

He would curse at me and try to make me feel less fortunate.

Then one day i had enough.
I told him to get out, that i was done and we were over.

He stood there in the door way with a sad blank look on his face. But i didnt care.

He walked out the door without looking back, and i felt saddened.

I was crushed, but i learned not let my heart go on its own with relationships.