Soaking pillows and red eyes
Can't believe I cried over a guy
Never thought you'd hurt me
But you ripped out my heart
And played with it so gracefully
Endless nights and sorry mornings
And this isn't a sad poem
I'm not mourning about the loss of you
About the loss of us
Because there is no us
I'm tired of your sorry's
Because there's no need to compromise
I have grown to realize
My love
My love is too poetry for you
I feel too deeply for you
I have began to blossom and bloom
And excuse my French
But I thank god
Because I'm finally ******* over you