You act like you have a perfect life,
You act like you're happy,
But you pretend that I can't see that knife,
Stained with your blood.
I hope she helps you,
But she'll never love you the same,
Deep inside you know it's true,
No one can love you the way I did.
I'm gone now,
Let our bridge burn beyond saving,
You've hurt me more than I can allow,
So don't expect me to come back.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
