He knew me,
he knew my heart.
But the things he said
and the way he made me feel,
was irreplaceable.
He knew that.
When he left,
my heart broke into a million pieces.
I always thought he loved me the way I loved him,
but he never really loved me.
It was all just a couple of lies.
But my favourite lie was "I love you."
It meant so much to me, those words meant much to me.
But it was all lies.
"He was never mine to lose, but I lost him."
I lost him.
But I still loved him.
YOU ARE READING
things said and done.
Şiirsome of my poetry is in this, it's not a book. Most of the poetry in this book is from my depression phase.
