"you're the perfect couple!" they all exclaimed after watching you peck me on the cheek and grasp my hand.
little did they know
little did they know that this perfect couple was ruined
the girl was drowning in her sorrows and the boy was drowning in his alcohol
coming home late at night, yelling.
she wanted the hurt to go away
she wanted the pain to disappear
she wanted the exclamation to be true
she knew it wasn't
he wanted to get his girl back
he wanted to stop his pain
all the sorrows of yesterday
because little did he know, the new girl would repeat the old girl
the fake smile plastered all over the noose around her neck.
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Poetryit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
