The end

You can read all that I write, You can ground your teeth
knowing that I am right. You can fake you do not see,
that I am what he really needs.

You can take a million classes, but me you will not eqaul
even half. You can pretend that you do not see you
are holding on to something unreal.

You can walk through your days thinking you are
his misses right, but in your heart you know
that is a lie.

You will never have what we did and to think
so will only destroy you both in the end.

Your fake life will be seen before
it is over, ending like this poem
a point will be discovered,give
it time and you will
see.