Love is pain.

He left her.
This time for good.
She didn't want to believe it.
But knew she should.



She lies to herself.
Every night.
Saying that she's over him.
Just to make her feel alright.



She put that bottle to her lips.
And drinks away her pain.
As she thinks of him.
And how it was all just a game.



He drove her crazy.
Drove her mad.
When she thinks of him.
She knows that he's glad.



Glad that he's done with her.
And on to someone new.
He thinks that she's fine.
But hasn't got a clue.



She crys every once in a while.
When the memories come racing back.
He was so perfect to her.
When in reality his heart was black.



When she looks back.
Everything about him was grim.
She knows that she's stupid for this reason:
She loved him.