What Was I Even Thinking? Poem by Laura Hasenberg

Every time people talk about love
he'll look at her. That shows me
I'll never get the chance or to prove I'm worthy too.

Sometimes I think to myself:
What was I thinking, falling for him.
Because the only thing
I've got so far is Pain.

Love shouldn't feel like this.
I should be happier, but I'm not.
I'm just sitting here crying and writing my heart broken poems
no one knows or should know about.
What am I doing to myself?