I want to hurt you,
Crush you,
Break your heart.
I want you to feel your own medicine, but I think I already did.
How could you do this to me?
Nothing was actually special to you, was there?
All those times we had, it was never real, was it?
It was just an excuse to brag to your other friends,
That I held your hand,
That I laid my head on your shoulder,
That I kissed you warmly.
I should have known all along.
You were laughing when we broke up.
Oh ha ha, well the joke is on me.
Now do you feel like a man?
A winner? A victor?
Without you, I already feel like a champion.
I have made my best friend for life because of you,
I have got a guy waiting seven years for me,
And my latest crush is telling me and being everything you are not.
This is it, Mr. Shortstuff.
Still have feelings for me now?
Well, bye-bye forever, because this is what was and what is.
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Poetry of Life ✔
PoetryHave you ever felt like you were lonely or an outcast? Did you ever feel like no one understands you or you just cannot figure out your mixed emotions? Have you had feelings hidden inside of you, waiting to come out? These poems express what is...
