Just one person

Just one person,
The words they've spoken.
Just one person,
can leave you broken.

So many others
may think you're great,
but just one person
can devastate.

Just one person,
Just one name,
Just one person
doesn't feel the same.

It shouldn't matter,
and yet it does.
Why should it hurt so?
Just because ...

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Notes:

I apologize for the bad grammar in the second line. I know I shouldn't be using "they've" when referring to a single person, but people speak that way all the time, and it's not my fault that the English language doesn't have any gender-neutral pronouns that can refer to somebody in the 3rd person.

I wrote this on the train on the way to work this morning. I was planning to finish the poem on the way home. I was planning to change the direction of the poem (mood-wise) in the second half of the poem. However, I couldn't think of a graceful way to transition to a positive message, and after re-reading the 4 stanzas above, I decided that there actually already is a positive message buried in there.