𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

To The Boy That Broke My Heart

To the boy that broke my heart:

I hope you fucking rot.

Looked down at your corpse,

and all I could think of was this verse.

You took my trust and left it bruised,

played with love, then left amused.

I gave you warmth, you gave me cold,

a chapter closed, a story told.

So here I stand, above your ghost,

no tears, no grief, no haunted toast.

Your charm has crumbled, faded fast,

the spell is broken, buried at last.

Once I thought you'd leave a scar,

but now you're dust, a falling star.

I breathe, I heal, I walk away,

with words unspoken, debts repaid.