A poem from way back in 2008 that I found on my old deviantART account. Has the same style/format as Keeping Me Alive, but I wrote this way before.
Why would you dare break her heart like that,
then flee from the scene of the crime?
How could you date her, then suddenly hate her
yet turn back to save her on a dime?
How could you leave her alone in the rain
at the time that she needs you the most?
Dump her for the fame, with you feeling no shame
then run to your new friends and boast.
And when finally the guilt bothers you just enough,
you attempt to then undo your fate
With your hand on her shoulder, her skin getting colder
you realize that you're much too late.