Well this is something:
I'm alive.
Oh well.... Let's just say something things changed. And some are still the same.
I love you. Kinda. Sorta of.
But I am not waiting for you anymore.
He's making me happy, I think. He makes me smile, at least. But he only has the broken pieces of my heart you left behind. I'd say I won't love him the same way I did when you were the one.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From The Girl You Left
PoetryThis is not a story, a book. This is pieces of my heart that you broke. This is everything you left inside my chest when you decided I would never be enough. This is me, broken, lost and dead. This is poems from the girl you left.
