Three Year Waste Poem by Britney Hogue

So this is what it comes down to
A miserable three year waist
It's not at all my fault
It was your sin, not mine
I was the victim not the other way.

I did feel bad for you
That is, for a while.
But I'm tired of feeling sorry
It doesn’t help that you won’t let me forget
This pain I hide inside.
But I'm already moving on
Whether you like it or not

I’ve found someone new now
He’s kind and nice to me
Something you were incapable of understanding
He has picked me up from where you left me
And cleansed the bleeding wounds that you inflicted

But you still stand in my way
Constantly begging me for my forgiveness
Why would I do that now?
I'm finally well again, cured of the illness
And have better, important things to do

So this is what it comes down to
A miserable three year waste
It's not my fault as you should know
Let me live my own life
And you live yours
And may we find peace in this wasted time