he had a pretty complicated story,
he's not so evil if you think about it,
but someone who caught my eye
but little do i know,
who he truly is
we haven't spoke to each other in months,
i figured there was another girl because i stop getting random calls from you
no one is ever the only person,
i know that
but he would talk to me as if i was going to be his
he's a bum,
there was no way my parents would accept him for him to be my man
he said i needed him,
but little did he know,
i was the one saving him from his own hell that he created
YOU ARE READING
jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?
