they said his name
again
and i just smiledi laughed because
i'm not the girl who
looks pretty with a tear-soaked face
i'm the girl who was cutbut
won't let anybody
see her blood
they said his nameagain
and i died insidei vomited in my mouth
my mind swirling and swirling and swirling
because he hurt meand he was never coming back
and i just laughed.
YOU ARE READING
Ouch: i'm still not over you
Poesíapoetry about heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment.