To the boy
that broke me,
no thank you.
I don't want this
anymore.

I am not the same
person I was before.
Ever since you came
through that door
and slammed it.

Many times
your twisted words
sliced through me
but you made
me feel guilty.

I should've known
that your pretty
face was the last thing
I saw before I died,
engulfed in darkness.

-m.b