Sitting here before dawn, thinking of you. What a wicked game you play! What you did to me! I can’t get you out of my head! I don’t want to fall in love with you, now past tense. Worst I hate you! How can you treat me this way? Never did I dream of meeting someone like you! I’m burning with jealousy!
Sipping my coffee at our meetup shop alone. I want to fall in love again all over again! Just to see your smile your eyes touch those hands! Making our future together you and me here! You held my world in a paper cup. I could drink it up. Why the wicked game? Why did you run with her? Does anybody love anyone anymore? Jen the barista! Really?
Is our romance shelved in our closet above your wedding dress? Is our time in love gone? Your wedding dress remains moth-eaten! I couldn’t help myself smelling your shirts reminding me of you! Turning on our music I began reminiscing over our snaps in our old dusty album God I hurt! The cats are about! Things are not what they seem. She has taken you from me! I will not let “her” I promise. Yes
Wickedly burning for you!
Searching for love!
Come back!
Come to me, T