There was more to the story,
Than what you knew.
There was more to the story,
Than what you heard.
The Hidden facts,
The Hidden truth,
The Hidden me
The REAL me
The one I knew
You could never have.
Ask yourself
Was the Bittersweet worth it?
The arousing pleasure
With an aftermath of pain.
The Muted me
The Muted person
The Muted memories.The undeserving ONE was Me

YOU ARE READING
that's Y I wrote iT.
PoetryDrink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember bei...