the wreckage of her never really ended with your departure.
its more or less ended with herself.
the way you left was cruel, and indecisive, and it broke her heart; but it wasn't the reason she was destroyed.
she destroyed herself.
she changed her look. bought new clothes and new makeup.
and she changed her smile. a little less teeth and a little more lip.
and she changed her laugh. a little more quiet but a little less hers.
and she changed her happiness. a little less of the child entertainment and a little more of what did not make her happy.
and she changed her eyes. a little less eager but a little more seductive.
and finally she changed herself just enough to look in the mirror and be confused. she finally looked in the mirror and realized she was never worth it...so why would she change herself to be worth her own.
the wreckage began with you. but it ended with her.
you wish you could take the credit for destroying her, but the only thing she has left is destroying herself; before you could get through her head.
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Kenadee's Poems
Poetryjust some poems that have kept me from realizing who i really am. poems about the boys who left me alone to lay in bed at 3am with puffy eyes and thoughts of unknowingness. poems about my best friend who has never given up on me. poem on the thin...
