When I think about you...
It's like breaking a mirror...
Then stepping on the glass.
Your reflectin is shattered.
Hurt...
Your feet get cut.
Pain...
An amazing resemblance of you.
Because I loved you so much...
And you broke my heart.
Then made me roll around in the little pieces.
You proved to me that everything got better...
Then got horribly worse.
I no that there's other girls out there...
Prettier then me...
Smarter...
Funnier...
Every possible thing.
But you still assured me that you loved me.
That I was beautiful...
Intellagent...
And Hallrious.
But in the end...
That was you.
To good for me.
But just soo you no.
I still love you...
Even though you...
Love

Her.

~Tiffanie Watson