Sad Stories and Pretty Scars

For Him

I got him mad again.

Though, this time, it was the truth, I think.

I told him he was a heart breaker.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Afterwards, he hated me.

And I wanted to die.

But why?

I love him, that's why.

But I don't think he ever loved me back.

He was always talking about the other one.

He was, and probably is, madly in love with her.

She never said yes.

He acts like a blind man, never seeing what's in front of him.

So I told him the truth.

Now I wish I was dead.

I would rather want him sad about someone he may never have, then for him to be angry at someone who wants to have him.

So for him, you know who you are, when and if you get this, just know this:

No matter what happens:

I will always love you.

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Hey guys, I wrote this a few days after I broke up with my first boyfriend. If you want to read a little bit more on his back story, or see what the poem is really all about, go and read "Sk8er Pup Roxy's Coming Out Story?" Him and I are really good friends now surprisingly, and he doesn't really know that I wrote this poem for him awhile back. Oops...

Oh well, I hoped you enjoyed!