A poem for each past lover
An empty paper for you
A hell of intense pain to recover
So tell me what's new?

They said is he a kid?
Even you're a few years older
I ran out of sympathy
Don't blame me for being colder

You reminded me of my abuser
That you work with and praised -
Behind my back
Because you think im a crybaby -
not that i'm in pain

You said move on
After you left me in the dark
For so long
You left me a deep mark