memories flood my head
at the mention of your name
the way your hand held mine
and the way you played your game
the feelings all come back to me
and one thing is for sure
you took my love for granted
but you left me wanting more
you bent me and you broke me
and i always felt so small
those bruises that you left on me
had faded after all
the lies that you would tell me
i believed too many times
one right after another
how could i be so blind
you swept me up so carelessly
and let me fall apart
the shoulder i would cry on
is the one that broke my heart
the damage you had done to me
was clearly hard to fix
he picked me up and showed me love
something you never did.
YOU ARE READING
untitled poems
Poetrythese are my untitled poems. i write when boredom strikes. they vary by my mood, and they may have different lines & stanzas than the next. they may rhyme. they may not. i don't capitalize my letters.
