oh god
did it fucking hurt.
to see
you post about how beautiful she is.
how
in love you were with her.
but i sat there everyday listening to how
you made a good
choice.
i nodded and agreed to everything.
acting like
i was happy for you.
but really
i hated every minute of this.
but you
would never know that.
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poetrythis has no order. but a broader meaning. this is for you. the man who broke me.
