I'm sorry, dear.
I know you needed me,
And you loved me, a lot,
But you used me.
Your heart was broken,
And I picked up the bloody pieces for you.
Your heart was dammaged,
Covered in bruises and scars,
Which I patched up for you.
But I cannot be your therapist.
I am not a professional,
And this is too much for me to bear.
I'm sorry, dear.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
ŞiirThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
