I thought of him all day,
bereft of frolic and fun.
A word from him was all it took
to get me over the moon, the sun.

But things would never again be the same,
the gash already made.
I’d flinch at every move,
At memories that’d never fade.

He acted like he didn’t care,
about my feelings, even if just lust.
Ignoring me and hurting me,
Breaking my heart, a must.

It never really bothered him,
me being hurt or stressed.
But I held on with hope,
For I, was obsessed.