I'm not even mad at you for the fact
That you convinced me you were in love with me
It's okay if the feelings aren't returned,
They can't be forced.
But did you have to lie?
I'm more mad at myself for the fact
That I believed you
And blindly walked my heart
Into a proverbial trap.
YOU ARE READING
drip
PoetryAaaand we have poetry! This is partially because I'm transferring my work from another account, but mostly because I wanted an excuse to make another cover.
