Why does one person always care more
Yet always ends up with their heart tore
Why does the devoted one always stay
As the other says it was all for play
One up late at night worried about the other
While she is in bed with his brother

Cooking dinner and cleaning house
While he ignores her new blouse
Lover’s hate turns out to heart-ach
When one’s love turns out to be fake
Taking all the ever could
More than they ever should
Leaving fragile mess behind
As they walk away with a new find

“All is fair in love and war”
As if anyone knew the score
Nothing is equal, nothing is fair
There is not a selfish free means to care


About shoelessboywonder

Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

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