Stranger of Love
I never imagined or thought I would never speak to you again.
It was my fault.
If it wasn't for me we would have still been together.
Now you don't look at me with your affectionate and warm hearted eyes
But you look at me with hate and frustration.
I loved you.
I still do.
My heart used to ache when I saw you.
Now my heart fills with guilt.
You dont know the truth.
You found someone else.
You love her now.
Not me anymore.
It hurts.
You used to look at me like how you look at her.
We are strangers.
This poem is about:
Me