I keep telling myself not to be hopeful.
But there's the part of the me that will always wish for you back.
Even if I've moved on and fallen in love with someone else.
Though I highly doubt that'll ever happen.
Because I left my heart at your house on Sunday.
And you broke up with me Thursday.
And I never got a chance to get it back.
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Teenfikcea collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart