She wrote a poem last night
A poem of love and hate.
And betrayal and regret.
She wrote it for you.
For them.
Or, what they used to be.
Out of sadness and confusion,
Pain and suffering
Came words.
Words to describe her pain.
Words to subside her suffering.
Words to preserve her sanity.
Or what's left of it.
So, in conclusion,
Her dear lost love,
She is nothing without you.