i sit and the darkness and wonder
why it had to be me
when it could have been
anyone
until i think
and remember that you made me feel
more
than just anyone
why the hell
couldn't the one who tore me apart
have been just anyone
except
for you
because out of
anyone
you were
someone
to me
out of everyone
you were
my everything
and now you're
nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Ouch: i'm still not over you
Poésiepoetry about heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment.
