i find it funny
that now I can't cry
the tears came freely
while mourning you
but now they don't seem true
like crocodile tears
you tore me to shreds
and left me just alive enough
to laugh as i
tried to put myself back together
i see now that you were
only a fuckboy in disguise
of witty remarks
and meaningful conversations
with a side of favours
i hope you know that i filled those cracks
with gold
that i will never be treated
like that again
that nobody
can ever
break me the way you did
because i am worth
10 times
more than i was 2 years ago
when you threw me in the trash
and i dragged myself up from rock bottom
alone
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty in the Beast
PuisiHold on a second while I divulge my soul to the internet.