It hurts how I,
just opened up,
I thought you'd always care.
For all the times,
I needed you,
and how you just wern't there.
Like when you said,
that you would call,
I'd wait until the end.
The little things,
just hurt so bad,
I can't seem to pretend.
I just wanted,
to be with you,
I wish you'd feel the same.
But now I know,
that you just can't,
these thoughts I'll try to tame.
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Keith A. Lynema