You were a new toy for me to play with.
You were hidden however, much like everyone,
afraid to be hurt.
You let me in slowly and then shut me out as quick as it came.
He had a girl who he knew cared about him and would help him,
or a girl,
who was easy and gets around.
I'm not just saying that, because that's not in my nature,
she did just seek attention from boys,
and everyone knew that.
Of course he was afraid of people getting in close,
resulting in him pushing away the girl who could help him.
He told me that he could live without anyone and would still be happy.
He's afraid to be hurt,
and now it's ended up like this,
with me hurt instead.
YOU ARE READING
Because you left.
PoetryThese are a few poems, on my feelings for you. The poems contain my anger and hurt towards being used for you. Anyone who has ever gone through a heartbreak is surely likely to relate to this.
