the days passed and i saw we were falling apart
you were using me
for your own causes
maybe you didn't realize what you did
it wasn't the first time i was being used though
they said i don't care
even if tears were filling my eyes at night
they said i don't care
because i didn't fight for us
but why would've i?
everytime i did
nothing happened
we were done
and we had to admit it
YOU ARE READING
the art of life
Poetryfalling in love is like becoming a new person. everything seems either beautiful or ugly. or all of it. because love can make you feel both.
