March 25, 2012

I do NOT regret loving.
And love, I did, with all my heart.

I regret only that he did not love me back,
and that I was too blinded by my love to see it.

I am worthy of love,
and do believe,
that he would have loved me, 
oh so deeply in return,
if he had not hated himself so.
How long did I try to make you happy,
because that is what you do when you love someone,
all the while, you were trying to make me miserable,
so you could leave?
Years?
Years, in a desperate plea,
an attempt to make you dreams come true,
all the while, it made you hate me more.

This realization,
just this week,
unhinged me truly.
Cry. I cry always in the car.
Not just cry, but sob.
A rash travels up and down my arm,
at random times,
even while teaching.

When you love so much,
it hurts,
to find out you were loved,
who did not love you in return.

March 24, 2012

I feel like a mouse,
In this oversize house,
Of which, only corners I need.

The dreams are long gone,
which used to fill it, indeed.

March 23, 2012

March 14, 2012

I'M SO LONELY> HE LOVES ME> HE LOVES ME NOT> NOT KNOWING IS THE WORSE>