It Hurts Poem

Im the one that lies here alone at this hour in a bed made for two.
No wise voices now to tell me, how to think and what to feel about you..
She does not love you, she does not care, she will walk away some day..
But her side is empty, the quilt lies flat, and i miss her in every way...
i miss her laugh, i miss her smile, i miss her crazy ways...

and just to hear her call my name could cheer me up for days...

i hear the voices tell me if she cared she would not do...

the things she does that hurt you through and through...

she would not be embaressed when you should be by her side...

but rather take you out sometimes and show you of with pride...

beside her is a good man with a very loving heart...

ok hes aged a little but she knew that at the start...

they say its not like you are ugly or a bastard...

that ruins each day you treat her like a princess...

and love her in every way...

you didnt ask for much just some attention...

here and there but from what it seems to us she didnt seem to care...

but i dont want to listen i wish they would go away...

how can they see the little things we would do every day...

like playin puzzle bubble, or sharing beans on toast...

like cuddling up together the part i loved the most...

like sharing a hot bath, or a simple cigarette...

i wish we could have shared these things until my very death...