People aren't the same in my eyes

anymore

most of them became poems,

something I didn't thought I would write about.

My heart is ripped out,

and knocked sideways

I couldn't even tell

how much I'm dying in pain.

I've been wallowing in sadness;

and wrapping myself up with self pity

Maybe I'll get over it,

Or maybe not.

He was magic,

full of illusions and tricks.

He was too good to be true,

little did I know

I was being fooled.