*I wrote this a while ago, but I still thought I'd share it*
I'm sorry I can't help but write about you. I'm sorry that you seem to crawl your way into my mind evey second of everyday. I'm sorry I'm still in love with you after all this time. I always stay up wondering if I'm the one you miss... or if you think I'm pathetic.
I have this aching in my chest... Do you ever feel it too? I doubt it. You're the one who hurt me and you get to walk away guilt free? That's not fair. You hurt me. You broke my heart by being dishonest. You made me look dumb and karma rewards you with a new girl. What am I let with? Feelings for a cheater that doesn't give two shits about me now. We may not be together but that doesn't mean I'm not attached to you... I think what hurts the most is the facts that you talk about this new girl the way you used to talk about me... but don't worry about me. I'll get over it soon enough; I always do.
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The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror
PoetryThis is my collection of poems that I'd like to share. I don't sensor my feelings so what may be "dark" to some is just pain that I want to vent. On that note... enjoy!
