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Oct 2012
I'm sorry I can't do this anymore.
I'm not your own little personal *****.

You can't just use me then leave me in the dust.
Its worse than a drug bust.

The pain is bad.
Everything just makes me sad.

Why would you do this to me?
Did I hurt you if so tell me how please.

I gave you almost everything I had...
The thing I didn't fully give you is not bad...

It might not have been everything you wanted.
Well now the memory is haunted.

I think about it everyday,
I tried okay?

You told me you loved me,
Well that was a lie don't you see?

You said it while drunk,
Now to me you are a piece of junk.

You broke your promise to me.
You said you would never hurt me an you'd let me be free.

Well thats a lie,
Goodbye(:
Jessie
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Jessie  California
(California)   
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