You broke me,
We broke up,
You lied to me,
And never showed up.
You used me,
Called it a joke,
You giggled and laughed,
As I stammered on my two left feet.
You cursed me,
Burned me with your cigarette,
You gave me a lesson,
Not to test thee.
You cried,
Said I chose you not,
But for good reason,
You're were one psychotic shot.
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A Butterfly Afterlife✧
PoetryPoetry Book Four ♡ Trigger Warning: Light Themes: Love, Romance etc.. Dark Themes: Depression, Horror etc...
