He threw me to the wolves because I wasn't perfect. I didn't have what he wanted. He killed the person I was. With all the hate he threw towards, I still say I love you and beg him not to leave but he can't see who he was to me. All I did means nothing now. Where did all the love he had gone? When did I become his toy?
He wants someone who wasn't like me. He wanted someone in his eyes was better than I could ever be. He taught me what love felt like. Little did he know that he also taught me how to hold strong in times of distress. He didn't realize by breaking my heart and throwing me into the forest that I'd come back with a new pack. Little did he see the full potential I had in me. He just wanted the next pretty thing and missing out on the best transformation that was going to happen. He let me go so he could be free of what he thought was holding him back but he was setting me free to be with the wolves.
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Poems for the broken
PoetryI started writing poems because I had to get my emotions out in some other way and poems helped because I got a deeper meaning from them and had to put lessons I learned the hard way in my writings. I feel as if these were meant for those who could...
