Of love of lust or just hormones,

I loved her like no other.

She knew of my love,

But she did not feel the same.

Of all the pain this world could bring,

She was the master of it all.

With her wicked tongue,

Cursed me she did with all this pain.

Pure Heartache,

Is all that i can feel now.

Perhaps all women are like this?

who knows,

She could not have been the only one.

The pain will linger now.