Broken

You told me you loved me

You said I was pretty

Honestly was it all out of pity?

 

I cried for you

I would have died for you.

 

But you’re moving on

She’s gorgeous you know.

 

Not just her face and her body

But also her soul.

 

I would choose her too.

 

I’m broken, damaged, misunderstood

Stressed, depressed,

look ugly undressed.

 

But in that one month

when I thought you loved me.

 

I was flawless perfect

everything I could ever dream.

 

Don’t worry I’m alright now

I finally understand

the one person who can love you eternally

is yourself and that is my plan.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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