We're in the car on the way to a scrimmage
I don't even like basketball
But me and my friend talk.
I say she'd never go back to her.
She's a horrible person.
My friend says she wouldn't be shocked.
She sends me a snap. And I know.
I make a phone call, I have my proof.
How can I defend her now?
Everyone else was right.
YOU ARE READING
Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
