Sometimes I torment him.
I show up in how life and remind him of what he did to me.
It should be over by now.
I should be over it by now.
But there is something about making his heart hurt like mine did.
There's something about making sure everyone knows he hasn't changed.
There's something about torturing him that makes it all hurt a little bit less.
Maybe that is mean
Maybe it makes me a bad person
But seeing that same heart break in his eyes slightly fixes mine.
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Shattered Poems
PoetryPoems collected from teens going through life in the 21st century. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Suicide and rape are mentioned in some poems
