i thought i loved you
i still do, always will
but you aren't worth my time anymore
now i spend my hours
stitching up my broken heart
it doesn't beat red for you anymore
it beats black and blue
bruises and scars from lies threaded with truth
you promised me you wouldn't and
you
fucking
did
isn't it funny
there's no one i'd rather talk about this than with you
but then i remember that you're the cause behind all this grief
and maybe you weren't the one for me
but god,
i hoped it was you
YOU ARE READING
catharsis
Poetryto first loves, to the fledgling crushes of the dawn and heartbreaks of the eve; to letting go, finding release, and moving on. i hope this brings you peace. isla @nymphetriot, 2020 / all rights reserved ©
