A lie so cruel
I cannot believe I still treasure
The one who hurts me most
Just another hope I waste,
A burden I carry,
A wound I boast
I miss you, he sighed
I want you, he whispered
I love you, he lied
I dreamed endlessly,
I begged silently,
And for him I cried
“You are so beautiful”
Turned to “Nothing special”
So, broken on the floor I lay
My love unreturned
Trust undeserved
And I’m the one whom for it must pay
Samantha Stough
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-special-8/
