Knocking and pounding on your door

“Can you hear me”

A rhetorical question really

I’m pounding until my hand breaks this door

Until I hear you

“Go away”

That attitude and unfairness combined

Made me loose it

You cheated on me

And you expect me to leave you alone?

That hurt, then when you get stung by a bee

But in my heart

One thousand times

I sit outside your door

Looking at the trees

And dark cold night

Knowing this isint the first time you did this

And it won’t be the last

And that being with you

Will always include this

Am I really worth better

Or do I deserve this?