what sucks about breakups
is that
sometimes, you don't know why it happened.
so you're left in
emotionally damaging confusion.
for months...
i sat there wondering to myself,
what the hell
went wrong?
i thought of every possibility.
family.
her.
me doing something wrong.
and although the possibilities were endless,
i remained thinking only
one reason.
i was not good enough.
little to find out later, oh i was.
but you couldn't handle it.
so you
ran away.
but i continued to believe that i will never
and i mean ever
find a man like you.
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poezjathis has no order. but a broader meaning. this is for you. the man who broke me.
