Don’t think I didn’t know I read them even now Those poems you leave Of your adolescence
Behind my back you talked With those flowing words And those perfect rhymes About me and my schemes
You painted me as unforgivable You called me manipulative You said that I make people fall in love And then break them out of the blue
I loved you so **** much To the point walls felt my punch You don’t know what I felt You don’t know my heart
I’m sorry that I hurt you But everything I ever did, I did it all for you
She posts poems on here too... she’s the reason I even know about this site. I would count her views and cheer her on. I seemed to have passed the poem that would leave me feeling dead