No, I'm not mad.
You played with with my feeling like it
was a game.
No, I'm not mad.
You stepped on my heart a dozen
times after promising never to do
it again.
No, I'm not mad.
You lead me on like I was special, then
left me like I was nothing.
Yes, I should be mad.
But I'm just
Very
Sad.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
