poker face | t.gi [fin.]

trois

to the man who kidnapped my heart then tore it to shreds.

do you sometimes think about what you did and regret it?

sorry, stupid question. you made it very clear you didn't care when you left me behind.

did you know i still feel the pain of what you did even to this day?

it really hurts.

sometimes when i go to sleep i dream of one day you feeling the same pain i felt.

but that wouldn't happen, you're too up your own ass to let that happen.

why did you have to seem so perfect?

just so perfect that was blinded by my adoration for you.

i fell for your charms and you found every way to use it against me.

i lifted you up while you pulled me down but i didn't even bat an eye.

i miss you.

love from,

a broken boy with a broken heart.