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May 2018
I wasn’t done.
I couldn’t fix you.
I wasn’t helping you.
I want you still.
I hate that I let myself keep holding onto you.
I wasn’t obsessed with you
But it hurt.
It hurt as bad as a sharp knife
Into clean skin.
I know better,
Than to be hung up over someone,
Someone who hurt me the way they did.
I was foolish to believe something could last,
And it didn’t.
Not even close.
You are my true heartbreak.

© Regan
Ugh boys, I’m dumb.
Written by
rey  20/F
(20/F)   
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       Dani Just Dani, Jean and devante moore
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