I know, I know,
You're sick of me,
You want nothing to change,
You're done, I see,
And, now I stand here,
Too hurt to see,
That you aren't who you used to be,
And, don't you know,
What you have done?
You broke my heart,
Was it fun?
And, can't you tell,
I've changed too?
I'm no longer thinking of you,
And, now that I think,
Can't you see?
You not only broke my heart,
You broke me.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems [Book #1]
PoetryDuring the making of these poems, I went through different types of writing so some may suck, some may be deep, and some may be good, it all depends on you. My poetry DOES NOT focus on my life, I just enjoy writing dark things about OC's and stuff. ...
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