I loved him.
So fucking much.
He told me he loved me.
But when I didn't talk to him guess what?
He called other people babe.
He called other girls sexy.
He told other girls he loved them.
He told me to believe that he loved me.
But how could I?
He even told me he liked my best friend.
Do you still love me?
No I'm not gona believe you.
You won't even talk to me now.
You don't realize how much I cared about you.
You don't realize how much you hurt me.
Love is fucking dead to me now.
I'm done liking people.
I'm done falling for guys tricks.
I'm just fucking done.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book
CasualeBasically feelings in a book. Probably won't rhyme but whatever. Will update as much as I can. Some of these might be sad. Some might just be confusing. They are just things I need to get out of my head. Language is used. Anyway just read.
