You broke me.
Not in a way in which you drop a vase and it shatters,
or when you walk out and my hearts breaks.
But in a way where I told you I couldn't swim, but you told me you'd catch me, then left me to drown.
You promised to be my wings, yet I never took flight.
You said you'd be my forever, even when I wasn't your always.
You were better at lying then merely trying.
And that's how I broke.
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Bath Bombs & Books
Poetry•poetry book/completed:) •the edited version/continuation is out! •go check out my other completed book; "searching for serenity"
