What hurts is the way you look at me.
You imply I’m fat after loosing 16 pounds,
Then tell me how pretty the other girls are that you see.

What hurts is when I come to visit when you are down.
I find other girls are beckoned by you to come,
but you turn me away and don’t want me around.

What hurts is I put you as a priority in my life.
and I am only an option for you.
afterall shouldn’t your priority be your wife?

What hurts is the little thing you do everyday,
that put a wedge between me and you,
that make me feel like running away


Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen