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PS: I've written you countless paragraphs,

Not brave enough to send them.

You've heard the words, seen the letters

But you didn't piece together

How you made me better.

PS: You're leaving me behind now; and that's OK,

I'm slowly getting better, day by day.

I knew we didn't belong together; wasn't meant to be,

And I'm picking up the pieces,

Trying to be me.

PS: But there are times when I see you hold her,

Hold her like a Queen...when I start to wonder,

And I hear thunder: could you have done that to me?

Regret tinged with jealousy, when you stare at her like that...

I start to think I could have meant more than an overused doormat.

PS: And I thought we could still talk--even though I knew you felt it too,

It's like we broke up without the relationship,

And I've been shoved out of your heart

To make room for the new girl

To whom you've given every part.

PS: I've found a new boy now, we're starting nice and slow,

But I really, really want you to know:

That you broke my heart, and it hurt so fucking bad,

I start to think; I get sad...but then I end up feeling mad

That you're ignoring me.

PS: I want you to know that I loved you,

With ten percent of my heart,

Even after you said "No," and tore my world apart.

I had a fun time, thanks for the ride

But now in true love I must confide.

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