didn't even wanna write this on paper
but don't really wanna regret it later
here's to the girl who believed in a myth
and that boy I'm so over and done with
2019 went down in history like a bad reputation
losing my job and friends were no consolation
if you feel you're breaking now, I was hurt too
the difference is, I wouldn't blame him nor you
there's no innocent one in this game for three
he ain't a saint, I'm not the villain either you see
passed verdict but you haven't heard my story
guess she just wanna be seen as the most holy
listen, only gonna say this once not twice
my worst mistake was trusting men and lies
also tearing women down is a big no-no
thought you're a friend but you think I'm a ho
2020 is for self-preservation and knowing my worth
stop dragging my name through the mud like bloodthirst
wish you happiness and if what you need is sorry
I'll say it now when I still haven't got his genuine apology
boy, fill the hole in you someday
keep that playing around at bay
not with money, girls and 420 but true love
talking about God watching you from above
cease to hit my phone up this instance
quitted that place to put up a distance
for the fake moan and dial tone
you'll be the one ending up alone
warning signs felt like butterflies
condolences on my heart's demise
there's nothing left to despise
I'm way too good at goodbyes
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PoesíaOf love, hate, happiness and sadness. Sometimes, a broken heart is the best thing that could happen to a writer. A process of healing by writing amateur poems and short stories.