you were heaven and I was the sea.
truly, I thought we were mean to be.
your love was fake, and I was torn.
now my heart is nothing but worn.
a love like yours is too easy to grasp,
something I wouldn't wish for, it will not last.
you hurt me in ways that no one has, good or bad I thought we would last.
bad things came to an end, and I wondered,
why did I put up with this treatment if all I did was suffer?
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homesick - poetry
Poetryhomesick: (adj.) sad or depressed from a longing for home or family while away from them for a long time.
