A broken heart has left a bitter
taste in my mouth.

An unwanted reminder that I was left.

Anger seeps into my heart,
Hatred screaming in my mind.

Bitterness is new and confusing.
Deep sorrow is where I find comfort.

However I am no longer sad,
but infuriated by careless causes and effects.

By a never deserving boy
who used me as a plaything.

And this whole time I knew what he was.
And yet the feeling of being wanted offered to much temptation.