he broke me more times than i can count,
more times than i'd like to say,
but i still blame myself.
i thought it was all my fault,
that i was a bad partner,
that i was the reason everything went wrong.
i think about him a lot.
i think about the scars he's left,
the few good memories there were of us,
that i loved him unconditionally,
his hugs, his touch, his lips, his hair
and the worst part is,
i miss it.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
he broke me more times than i can count,
more times than i'd like to say,
but i still blame myself.
i thought it was all my fault,
that i was a bad partner,
that i was the reason everything went wrong.
i think about him a lot.
i think about the scars he's left,
the few good memories there were of us,
that i loved him unconditionally,
his hugs, his touch, his lips, his hair
and the worst part is,
i miss it.