I always give in.
Give in with her.
I let her break me.
Use me.
Hurt me.
Now I'm broken.
The heart that was once full is now shattered.
All because of her.
Because she never cared.
Because she was a mistake I made.
A mistake that I chose.
A mistake I'll never repeat.
A mistake I'll never let slip.
All because of her.
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The Little Things
PoetryOne shots. Relatable things. For girls, And guys. For muslims, And muslimah. For all, That needed to let things out, To clear your mind, To explain the pain, The anger, The trust, The hatred, The love, The little things.
