I choose the boys
with messy brown hair
and sleepy blue eyes
with lazy smirks
and an inability to love me.
but you were there
whenever I needed you,
and no you aren't one of them
with your long blonde hair
and your beautiful eyes,
and I became scared
because I trusted you
and in my being
I knew it would be you,
I believed it deep down
when no one else could love me
you would.
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I Was Already Broken
Poetry"she broke you, trampled on your heart and stomped on it, like a precious flower, she crumpled and destroyed you. but I picked you up, and thought you were beautiful despite your wilted pieces. but you had enough of love, so you took my heart and...
