You broke me and I hate myself every single day for it.
I remember saying that I would never cry for a boy, but now there's a trail of tears marking your name permanently on my cheeks.
I can't go a day without wishing it was your name with cheesy messages lighting up my phone but now all I have is the memories.
I can't go a single day without my mind being plaugued with the memories of the happiness that you brought me ;but it seems like I was the only one that felt that happiness.
Everything reminds me of you. The warmth of my bed reminds me of the warmth your hands gave me.
Every little thing reminds me of you and it's intoxicating.
You, you, you, it was always you.
But it was never me.
No, you didn't break me, I broke myself. I broke myself because I let you take me knowing you would never be mine.
Tragically Yours,
-Adi
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Tea Leaves and Torn Hearts
Poetry"A place where a lonely girl can express the consultations with her heart." These are little poems that express what my heart wants to tell the world. Maybe your heart feels the same way and finds a sense of understanding here. Tragically Yours, ...
