Hers
You were perfection,
A true work of art,
But your confession,
It broke my heart
You said goodbye,
I understood,
You didn't love me,
And you said nobody else would
I closed my tired eyes,
I'm fine,
I'm not a girl who cries,
Not over a boy who was never mine
You were hers this whole time,
and to think I was so kind,
All I have now is this rhyme,
And a new sense of mind.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry- Here's to the kids who break some days and have scars to prove it. • depression / anxiety / suicide / self-harm • {poems, quotes, thoughts, lyrics, etc.} » obviously, I don't own all of these. the poems are mine, unless stated otherwise. [i don't...
