Him

He loved her 

Not me 

He talked about how beautiful her eyes were

not mine 

He told me that he would do anything for her

but he wouldnt for me 

She broke his heart

and then he ran to me

He asked for help and cried on my shoulder

when really, it was his shoulder I needed to cry on 

he wished to have her by his side

when I would wish to have him by mine

he was broken and a mess

and I was his fixer and thats all ill ever be

This poem is about: 
Me

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