One Way or Another

Losing
love is like
losing
laughter.

Hurting
her is like
hurting
health.

Letting
her see you
with
someone else
is like
puncturing
 her
soul slowly.

 When he
looks at me,
there is a
persistent
 pounding
in my heart
like a
million
anxiety attacks.
When I see
you with her,
 a little part
 of me
dies inside.
I know
you were
never mine
to have
 in the

first place,

but it
sure
feels like it.
Never
will
I
find
someone
like
you.