once again
i waited for months.
being the
same, vulnerable woman i am.
i wanted
to believe, something magical would happen.
that you would
suddenly realize, its me you want.
its me you
crave for.
but no.
i continued to wait.
i pushed every good guy out of
my fucking way
for
you.
and nothing ever happened.
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poetrythis has no order. but a broader meaning. this is for you. the man who broke me.
