If he loved me, he would understand my problems.
But it's okay I understand why he didn't.
If he loved me, he wouldn't be angry at me.
But it's okay I would be angry at myself too.
If he loved me, he wouldn't left and letting me cry alone in the corner of my room with my pink hair cut off.
But it's okay I love him.
-MS
YOU ARE READING
It's always about him.
PoetryHi I'm French and my English it's not very good. I wanted to talk of my poems that talk about my life. Good reading, bye! And also you can follow my TikTok @.jdjcxn
