To be the One to Love

Was my heart meant to be broken?

Because this time I don't think I can make it.

I continuously fake a smile, when I see you with him.

I don't want to let you go, but I guess he make you alot happier than I could ever make you.

The pain. The pain that goes through my vein at the thought of losing you.

But I guess this is the price of loving someone.

I have a few questions though.

Was any of what we had real?

or 

Was I just being used until you found someone new.

Because everything I felt for you was real

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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