LeeLeePot

HE WAS

He was my home but then he left me.
Now, there's nowhere that I will ever be.
He was my pet and I was his queen.
Now, I'm just a part of what he had been.
He was my partner and he was my life.
He even screamed to the whole world that I was his wife.
He was my playmate, the only joy in my pain--
That when he broke my heart, i knew i'd be insane!
He was my torture, he holds my soul,
He's the blood in my heart that keeps me living for my role.
He's the sun in my sunshine and the gentle drops in my rain,
He's the hope that i believe when everything's in vain.
He was my home and now, where to go to?
He's my only direction on this foreign rue.
He was my home and he was my heart,
that it killed my soul when we broke apart!
He was my meaning, but what am i now?
Zero--a void-- from that broken vow.

He is this poem. But would he even know?
When he wouldn't even want to remember how he'd love me so?