she stood in the mirror,
bottle in her hand.
her knees are giving in,
she can barely stand.
he walked out on her,
her heart started to crack.
"i don't know what i did wrong,"
she said,
longing for him back.
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!