How can a love,
So confidential,
Be mistakened with doubt.
To say its devastating,
Of how we turned out so far,
When we thought we were close.
I told you once,
Fuck that.
More than once,
You'll never find someone like me.
Yet you doubted what we had,
And found someone,
Even better than me.
Someone better than me,
You proved me wrong.
Oh how foolish of you,
To think that someone better can love you like I did.
I hope you're happier where you are,
With a love not like mine,
With someone that's not me,
With an owner to your heart,
That couldn't possibly treat it,
Like I did.
I gave you all of me,
I guess that wasn't enough.
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PoetryNoun (n) - A quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity.
