I wanted to talk to you,
I did.
I didn't know how without ruining us...
it was something serious,
more like someone.
someone whom no one could know about.
but I felt timid,
bashful even.
I just needed to get it out.
I knew what you had done,
you had replaced me with the updated version of myself.
the prettier, nicer, probably funnier,
version,
of me.
it hurt to know that you had in fact,
replaced me,
with Me2.0
but I needed to stop.
look around.
find someone,
and do what you did to me.
that is,
shatter my heart into one million pieces.
(this poem is about absolutely no one)
YOU ARE READING
1/2 happy, 1/2 depressed- a poetry book
Poesiahi mates, turns out I like poetry a lil ya know? so this is prolly gonna be various types and themes of poetry:) <3