The butterflies in my stomach are trying so hard to get out but it feels like the “love” that you gave me won’t let it happen and the more I think about you and me the more and more I wish we’d never be and you have no idea how hard it is to be so in love with you and know that deep down I was just some scheme for money and you’ll never truly know how painful it is to be used and abused because the next poor girl you make yours will care so much it will be impossible for her to use you and the indescribable feeling that I get when I think of you with someone else hurts me but I know I have to leave you.
You broke me.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Poems
Poetryi write what i feel. no rhyme or rhythm. just my thoughts put into some kind of an order.
