I remember that winter clearly.
It's a vivid movie in my head.
His sweet smile as he said he loved me.
My raven hair blowing against the wind as he pulled me in for a warm hug.
"I love you." He firmly said. So sure of this statement. So positive of the fact that I owned his heart.
I remember I had smiled ever so brightly- believing his lie.
YOU ARE READING
It Hurts
PoetryA poetic story of a girl whose heart broke and the aftermath of her sorrow. It gets better as you read. This is what I ,myself, thought heartbreak might feel like even though I have never experienced it before.
