"My poem"

My poem
My life

The loved are blind

He doesn’t see
And doesn’t wish to.

I care
With my heart and soul.

Over a year and a half
Wasted
On loving him.

What was the point?

My heart shattered
My soul crushed
No one’s there to mend my heart.

And yet,
I’ve mended his
Many times.

I’ve put the pieces
Back together.

But I’m the one
Who needs to be
An unblind loved.
                                April 1, 2002