It hurts more than I thought it would, I should've known better than to tell you the truth. But you gave me an ultimatum, either I tell you what ruined me or you would leave. The thought of you disappearing was more than I could bare. And yet, a week later your "done," and I'm no longer worth anything to you. For some men, once they get *** they go, I once thought they were the worst kind of heart breakers. But it's the ones like you, the ones that comfort girls at 3 a.m. The ones that make a girl fall in love with you and tell you their deepest darkest secret.. But then, the moment you finish the puzzle you move onto a new girl. And right now you're probably holding a girl who just wants to be loved in your arms... And right now I still can't stop myself from wondering if it was my fault. I squander all of my time, going over every text, every conversation that will tell me why. Why I wasn't and why I'm not good enough for you
This isn't really a poem, there are some words that rhyme but I'm too emotionally exhausted to put my thoughts into a poem. My apologies