they said you were going to be the death of me.
i didn't believe them until i felt the stab of the knife in my back,
the serrated edge buried deep under my skin.
betrayal was the slowest poison
and loving you was my biggest regret.
-a.nguyen
YOU ARE READING
Broken
Poetry'I watched as you smiled at her the way you used to smile at me. And I knew at that moment I would rather die Than to see you with someone else'
