"Don't walk away!"

I usually have some remark about how this poem means something to me, but honestly it has absolutely nothing to do with me or anyone I know for that matter. It's about some blonde girl that sat and watched in a puddle of tears as the boy she loved stood up and left her. Walked away as if they had nothing. This came out of my sneaky spying so who really knows the hole story, but I imagine this is how she felt.

I watched him walk away like what we had was nothing...

Maybe too him it was, but to me it was different.

I was different.

I wasn't so afraid of the fall when I stood on the edge, 

I was ready for it.

I watch him walk away without a backwards glance, 

no hoping that it could have been .

Or what almost was.

I hate him for that...

I hate that he can stand up, 

walk away,

 while I sit here waiting for the dust to settle.

I stand even though I was having trouble kneeling,
then walked away so he couldn't see my tears.
I felt a weight fall onto my heart as one was being lifted off my shoulders...
I loved him, but I'm worth so much more than the way he treats me.
The broken trash he see's me as.