The way I see it,
Is you lied.
You said "I love you",
Then you stop calling,
Stop texting.
Making me stop breathing.
You say you're busy,
But let's face reality,
You're texting my best friend the sweet words,
You once texted me,
Maybe at one point you loved me,
But the way I see it,
Is you lied,
When you said the last "I love you"
And told the truth when you said the first and last goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
My poems
FantasyThis I just some of my poems. Don't not copy without my permission. I am serious. They are all about a heartbreak and cutting. I didn't copy any of this. I wrote all of this myself. Please do not stop at the first poem. I promise they get better tow...
