your words came down
like hail in the summer—
left bruises on my back,
and scratches way deep under.
you thought you couldn't hurt me,
but god, you wanted to,
so now i am hurting,
and i knew you were happy, too.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
