my first heartbreak wasn't one for the movies or the novels.
there was no shouting or cursing,
only the echo of my hurt raining down
and as I sunk to my knees and begged him to change,
he stood there silently and just turned away.
my first heartbreak wasn't by a boy but by a man.
it was slow and gradual and the worst pain imaginable.
and it left me wondering
why I'm not worth more than a bottle.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
my first heartbreak wasn't one for the movies or the novels.
there was no shouting or cursing,
only the echo of my hurt raining down
and as I sunk to my knees and begged him to change,
he stood there silently and just turned away.
my first heartbreak wasn't by a boy but by a man.
it was slow and gradual and the worst pain imaginable.
and it left me wondering
why I'm not worth more than a bottle.
heartbreak can come in many different forms. and I don't think one is ever the same afterwards. this is dedicated to the one who always had my heart and who probably doesn't know the damage he did to it.
