Amnesia620

A tear rolls down your cheek,
pain so deep you can't speak,
anger is the fire behind your eyes,
you're so sick and tired of the lies.

Your lips are so tightly pursed,
his name once loved is now cursed,
you hands gripped in fists of rage,
you're just wishing he'd act his age.

You walk alone so many nights,
you're so tired of all these fights,
you want desire, respect and trust,
not just flirting, sex and lust.

But yet, you walk back to him each time,
giving in, no punishment for his crime,
showing him no backbone, its okay,
not brave enough to run, so you choose to stay.

Here I am, your friend not foe,
I listen to you, your plight, your woe,
However, what is it that you fear,
To my advice you turn a deaf ear.

You're stuck here to bitch, complain and moan,
the way out - you've already been shown,
be brave - I don't have a loser as a friend,
be strong and put this mess to an end.

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620