oh i waited for so long.
for you to
finally realize, what was in front of you.
but no
in fact, you found someone else.
it was not her, you went back to.
just
somebody else.
i laid awake every night thinking,
what can i do.
what could i fucking do to be with him again.
although in the back of my head
i knew
it would never happen again.
but my 15 year old self
kept fucking believing
that maybe
just maybe
it would happen once again.
and we would do it right.
but instead.
you found another "her."
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poetrythis has no order. but a broader meaning. this is for you. the man who broke me.