The difference

Poetry, Love poem written on November 17, 2009

I ran to you when I needed help,
I run from you now.
I cried for days when you broke my heart,
I get shown no more sympathy now.
I bled my heart and soul for you,
All that is left is a scar.
I'd like to say you loved me more,
It would be a lie.
You have no heart,
you have no core.