Vent Poems

Ξight: Orangə

I find myself crying over you...
these lonely nights and you happen to cross my mind..
I see your pictures on all these girls pages.
It just hurts to look at them...
You tell me you love me, but I don't believe one word.
I know I've rejected you many times. But that's because I was scared, too young.
And now I've gave you a chance and you fucked up. Again...
You didn't even make an effort.
It stings when I see you, it's that's kinda feeling you get in your throat when you've had citrus.
I guess this is what heartbroken feels like...