Stupid me.
I let him fool me.
I thought that he was amazing.
Thought there was no one else like him.
I saw what he wanted me to see.
I saw the lies he fed to me.
Deep down,
I think I knew it wasn't true.
I think I knew that all along,
I just couldn't accept it.
I know now,
What a monster he can be.
I can see what he didn't want to become.
Honestly,
I'm glad it never happened.
I'm glad it didn't work.
Because if it did,
I would be the one in her shoes.
I wouldn't be the one writing this, she would.
Hopefully,
She sees you for who you truly are.
One of these days, she'll wake up one day,
And she'll say to herself,
"He is not what I thought all this time."
I want so bad to say something to him.
To slap him, and yell in his face.
I know you have to do it yourself,
But I want to do it for you.
I want to watch his face when I let it all out.
I know I can't.
A/N:
I am kinda upset with someone who was close to me and wrote this. I know that there is a chance that the "she" mentioned in the poem will read it at one point, and I'm not too thrilled with that, but if she does read it, I guess it's ok. Please everyone, tell me what you think.
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A Broken Heart
PoesiaThis will be a book of rants, poems, short stories, and memories that I want to share. Please comment your feedback and let me know what you think. Also, just a heads up, some of it might get a little dark sometimes. I apologize in advance for that.
