Nothing works.
I'm a talker, I'll talk until I can't talk anymore.
But it's not working.
I journal.
Nope.
I just cry.
I don't understand.
I feel like Pearl, screaming.
"Why are you leavin if I didn't do anything wrong? I thought you liked me?"
She said she did.
Just a few days ago.
"I'm very much in love with you"Liar.
A part of me died that day,
and I'll never be the same.
YOU ARE READING
Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy