I'm used to being alone.
Im used to being cut to the bone.
I have scars from those nights.
Scars from my heart being shattered millions of times.
But I have always been able to repair.
None of those nights could ever compare to what you did to me.
Did to me in spite of your guarantee that you would always be by my side.
Well I guess this is my goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
All's fair in love and poetry
PoetryHi! I just wanted to share some of my poems. I haven't been writing for very long so don't expect these to be awesome.
