You fed me sorrow.
I ingested the love,
Or as so I called it.
I had been grieving for too long,
Too long to find comfort in it.
Agony became my home,
Or as so I called it.
You were my "boyfriend,"
Or as so it looked like.
But oh,
A boyfriend doesn't look at another girl like that.
When he tells you he loves you,
Or as so he lies.
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YOU ARE READING
Sorry
PoetryIf I had a penny for every time you made me feel worthless, I'd be worth something by now.