i loved you
not as a lover, or anything of that sort
i loved you as a friend,
as a brother,
you were an asshole
but you were my fucking asshole.
you fucking used me until i wasn't any good.
you made me believe you cared about us,
about our promises.
about our friendship.
you never cared
you never worried
you were simply a shark that ran along with the waves,
and what ever came along you, you'd devour it.
i was that fucking thing you devoured
i am that thing you devoured.
YOU ARE READING
She still misses you. {{ -- 3AM thoughts. }}
Poetrythe poems in my story are written by yours truly. the suffering, heartbreak and loneliness lies in this book.