the day you
told me, how beautiful she looked
in that
fucking dress,
my heart shattered.
my heart started to ache.
my head started to fucking pound.
everything was
caving in.
i knew you were going to make her yours.
and i stopped and realized..
i wasted
all that time fighting for you.
and your attention.
and your love.
for you to give that, to someone else.
you made her yours.
you told me, with a smiling expression
on your face
"shes finally mine."
my heart..
could not take what was being told to me.
but the only
words that came out of me were
"im happy for you."
yah.
happy for you.
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poesíathis has no order. but a broader meaning. this is for you. the man who broke me.
