It's weird how some pains feel so good,
It's weird how i don't love him when i should,
I try and i try to make it work,
But in the end he treats me like dirt,
I cant decide on what to chose,
To hold him tight or let him loose,
If only he could see this through my eyes,
Maybe he would stop telling such lies,
Most things he says brings a tear,
But loosing him is what i fear.
This is a fresh blooming poem, written so nicely. To this poem, I am 1st reader, 1st voter, and the 1st to comment. When everything comes 1st and best, why should I go for the 2nd best?