The Room Poem by maddy macleod

She walks into the room,
Flaunting herself in front of him.
I wonder why it works.
When we were together I didn't have that power,
I had nothing.
I had no chance to speak, no not one.
He took me for granted.
But now she, walking into the room for the 1st time in,
About a year.
I know that it's over but I am still not over her or him!
He left me,
She stabbed me in the back so many times.
Maybe they deserve each other.
But nothing is set.
Although I can see from the way that he looks at her,
He wants her,
To love,
To touch,
To be with...
I miss the old days when she was gone and he and I were,
Happy,
Enough,
Satisfactory.
I tried so hard and still do,
To be perfect for him.
Maybe he isn't important,
Maybe I am wrong.
But what if I'm right and we were meant to be?
I wish I could say I had faith in myself,
But I can't.

She walked into the room...