The Undated Poems Collection

How you wounded me,
you tore my heart with spiteful,
remorseless fangs of non-returned feelings.
So, take thy heart, plunder it, take from it,
all I feel and all I cared for.
Fore I am now beyond caring, beyond emotion
and feeling, beyond my last tear.
My eyes are dry, my heart is cold.
So, would you wound my heart more?
How you wounded me, but I cannot
make you feel for me as I do for you.
I whisper, "May you find love in the arms of another."