"I really loved you back then, ya know?" I asked looking outside from the cafe window.
"I knew, god you were too good to me." He said as he held is drink with both hands trying to warm himself.
"I was," I said starting to get up and leave.
I could tell he was confused but I didn't care.
"I'm too good for anyone," I said as I lay the money down paying for my drink & his.
I will never love someone more than I love myself.
That is a promise.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PuisiI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
