Girl: I've heard you've moved on.
(I miss you so much.)
Boy: Yeah. She's an amazing girl.
(I'm still hooked up over you. )
Girl: She's beautiful.
(Maybe if I was just a bit prettier...)
Boy: She is.
(She is nothing compared to you.)
Girl: Do you love her?
(I'm still in love with you.)
Boy: Absolutely.
(No. I can't stop thinking about you. )
Girl: Oh, I need to go.
(You just broke me. )
Boy:Okay, bye.
(Please stay...)
Girl: Bye.
(He didn't even object.)
Boy: *sadly smiles*
(She can't even look at me. )
She doesn't miss me.
He loves her more.
She moved on, can't I see?
Maybe he got bored.
I'm broken.
I'm broken.
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My Original Poetry
PoetryHey, there!! I have been writing poetry since I was little. I realized that I have never posted any of it kind of scared of judgement. Some are suicidal from really bad times in my life. Some are happy from the best way times I will ever experience...
