I saw him with another woman.
I saw him smiling at her.
Laughing with her.
Touching her.
Kissing her.
Did he love her?
Did he think about her when he was with me?
Was I too boring?
Was I not trusting enough?
Was I not pretty enough?
Was I not enough?
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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.
