I told you you were ruining me.
Head to toe I was worn out, beaten down.
Our love was never real to you, but you
Promised things that made it seem so real— you
Even promised the word 'forever.'
True to the naked eye, but I didn't look far enough.
How are you okay with yourself after this?
Are you not feeling any remorse?
Tell me, did you ever really love me?
You lied so much so I guess I'll never know, because
Over the span of 2 years I was drawn so far in
Under your spell that I couldn't see the monster
Buried underneath the surface of my love,
Under what I thought was real and I hope that you
Remember me one day, and realize what you did.
Not because I'd want you, but so you feel my pain.
i hope that you burn
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not Okay. I'm Sorry.
Poetrythis is just an outlet for some of my poetry and poetic thoughts. my mindsets and my perspective. i can tell you now that it won't all rhyme. don't expect perfection. enjoy, i guess. xx 💕
