FUCK HATE.
UNTITLED (a poem)
I stood at your doorway watching you sleep-watching you with a heart that is breaking-alas,
still beating
Those lips I have kissed have also kissed hers
The man I have loved-now merely a whore
My adoration now meaningless, I must move on and not linger here, a lonely witness to beauty
that is now lost
I stood at your doorway with a heart still beating
and I moved on - Christina Marie
*original work(now wasn't that nice?)