poetry.

just another thought planted by you

you've really done it this time. you've made me hate you. I don't hate very many people, and I'm certainly not petty enough to hate an ex-boyfriend, but you are the first, once again. I was okay with never seeing you again. but then you waltz into my life, a year after I buried you, and like the fool I am, I let you in. and you broke my world and shook it to its core. it may not have meant anything to you, but by God it was everything to me