All I did was love you, love you through and through and to be maddeningly in love with you. But you never cared, you never showed a little care. I had the greatest scare of my life!!! So who would be there for me at all? You write poetry to the brim, not a word of care for me? I can't sleep from disappointment. It hurts so much. How would you understand anyway, when you are so consumed of yourself. I meant nothing to you, just a muse to fuel your mad imaginations. You never really cared for me at all, never. Love me? Maybe not at all!






