I feel so unloved

by you,

and I know it's not true

because my heart deceives me.

Is it so hard

to sit and cry with me

even if they are wasted tears?

My whole body lurches

from the pain of losing you

to petty problems.

I want to make it right,

but I don't want the pain

of being walked upon

like a broken butterfly

lying dead in the street.

Once was enough.