She's Not Mine

She's Not Mine

A Poem by Jane Doe

I read it aloud,
And it replayed in my head,
Each time ripping my heart,
Getting closer to being dead.

She's not mine,
That hurts so bad,
The pain caught in my throat,
Alligator tears roll down my cheeks, making you sad.

How can I love her?
She's not mine,
She's yours,
And whoever else's now, and I'm fine.

I'm okay with it,
As it replays, killing me,
I'll be dead in a little,
You'll feel the pain too, you'll see.

She's been taken from me,
My baby girl,
My precious,
It hurts as the knife twists and I hurl.

Forlorn floods my throat,
Sorrow, my heart,
Death, my dear,
Will make us have to part.

Those words are killing me,
But are they true,
Wi she ever really be mine,
Or is she all for you?

© 2013 Jane Doe

Author's Note

Jane Doe
This poem, I cried while writing it. I literally feel my heart in my stomach and I'm swallowing the lump in my throat.

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Added on December 25, 2013
Last Updated on December 25, 2013


Jane Doe
Jane Doe


I miss the way words would flow out on to a page and express my deepest concerns so I have returned. more..