You were never good at writing
The letters you gave me
Were ****
Because you were ****
You still are
And i don’t believe
You ever meant
A **** word you wrote
on any of those crinkled papers
titled 'love letter.'
In March
You told me you loved me
That i was different
Than anything before.
Special
You carved my name
Into your bed frame
You unknowingly carved
Yourself
Into me
In June
You kissed another girl
I found out two weeks later
I swear i heard my heart shatter
In August
We thought we would last
Forever
Invincible
You wrote our initials
Into a huge heart
On my desk.
By October
Things were different
We could both agree
I had changed.
November came
I liked another boy
You thought you knew
But you didn’t.
The day I turned 15
he kissed me
not my fault
(not what you thought)
2 days after i turned 15
I found out you liked
Another girl
I thought i had known
And now i did
And now i was done
Dealing chances
To a boy
That only spoke pretty things
And had ****** handwriting