I loved him a lot,
With every fibre in my bones,
He tossed me out like a piece of trash,
And never looked back.
I gave him what I thought he needed,
Love and respect was what he received,
I was rewarded by being cheated on,
Are my insecurities directed at the wrong person?
The love and respect decreased,
I turned into a stalker that nearly ruined his life,
But he ruined mine, didn’t he?
I left several times,
But I kept surrounding him like flies,
But the hurting never ends, it keeps growing,
Am I crazy for feeling like this?