The one you’re supposed to love ten miles past eternity.
The one that you would take on a coast-to-coast amazing journey.
The one who’s feelings I though you cherished, oh so much.
The one you said had the magical love touch.
Why me?
The person that you hurt physically, mentally, and emotionally.
The person who let me grow up thinking that this is just the way that life is suppose to be.
The person that you said takes things the wrong way…personally.
Why me?
Your first.
You only.
Your last.
Why me? You are unpredictable.
You are misguided.
You are…me.