You.
I trusted you.
I wanted to be your best friend.
I was young,
naive.
And you took advantage of that.
You.
You were thirteen.
Me.
I was seven.
And yet you did only what you wanted to do.
You.
The one who broke me before I was even made,
YOU ARE READING
The bodies in the graveyard of my mind.
PoetryHow do I tell the world the way I feel about you like I tell the moon?
Untitled Part 6
You.
I trusted you.
I wanted to be your best friend.
I was young,
naive.
And you took advantage of that.
You.
You were thirteen.
Me.
I was seven.
And yet you did only what you wanted to do.
You.
The one who broke me before I was even made,