by Jennifer
(Schenectady, NY, USA)
I know why he did.
We were not getting along.
He tried to be candid.
I knew something was wrong.
He wasn't honest and true.
I was getting depressed and blue.
He did it for a reason.
All the time I felt in treason.
He did it.
I knew it.
I loved him, but it wasn't working out.
All we did was yell and shout.
The other girl wasn't as pretty.
That didn't stop me from feeling pity.
He did it.
I knew it.
I knew he had done it.