You will just find another.
Another blonde.
Perhaps brunette.
Brown, green eyes maybe?
Yet another foolish girl.
You would look her in the eyes and pull that irritatingly beautiful smirk.
You would tell her you love her and promise her forevers that would eventually melt into thin air.
Just like you promised me.
And eventually you will ruin her.
Just like you ruined me.
YOU ARE READING
In Order To Grow
Poetrybecoming something I've always deserved to be empowering my soul and my mind fighting for me