Into the darkness I stare, wishing I knew why.
Even when she is lonely she refuses to think
about when she used to love me. How can I
dream, how can I ever again love or pretend
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It sounds like a boo hoo story. Ha, sorry about that, but when your heart is torn asunder, you pick up the pieces and move on. There's always more girls out there in the world...It just may take to time for your heart to be ready for another possible heart-break. You wrote an alright poem.
This is a great poem.Deep poems are my favourite.keep up the good work