I see your footsteps by the door
I start to cry and even more
when your footsteps started leaving
I was tricked into believing
that you said you cared for me
and together we would be
forever in each other's hearts
but you ripped mine to little parts
I hate myself for loving you
I miss the things we used to do
the things we used to laugh and share
the fuzzy feeling when you're there
As I gaze to the picture frame
I know our lives won’t be the same
Latasha Gregory
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-32/
