Loving Her Is The Hardest Part

She made me so angry, made me so sad,

left me wondering when did our love go bad?

She promised to love me til death did we part

then took back her love and destroyed my heart.

There was never any other woman for me.

Didn’t she get it?  Couldn’t she see?

Without her love I was dead inside.

She didn’t seem to notice, took it in stride.

Loving her deeply was all that I knew.

The love that we shared was felt by so few.

When she loved me it made me feel so free

that losing her love has imprisoned me.

I’m captured trying to figure this out.

Trying to discover what our love was about.

Do I really have to hurt so badly,

to make her see that I love her madly?

Would she love me again, love me once more

if she thought she wasn’t what I lived for?