3am.
I am reminded of the words you used to say about me, how you felt about me and what you thought of me.
"She's not my type"
"I don't like her that way"
"If I wanted her, I could have her"
"She's not that pretty"
"She's nice but not worth it"
"She's not as great as the others"
"She wouldn't be able to handle me"
And my heart shatters again and again
YOU ARE READING
3am
Poetry3am. My heart is screaming out your name. It hurts so bad and I am still so in love with you. "What do I do?" my heart cries. "Express the pain" my mind says.
