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.



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