Broken
You told me you loved me
You said I was pretty
Honestly was it all out of pity?
I cried for you
I would have died for you.
But you’re moving on
She’s gorgeous you know.
Not just her face and her body
But also her soul.
I would choose her too.
I’m broken, damaged, misunderstood
Stressed, depressed,
look ugly undressed.
But in that one month
when I thought you loved me.
I was flawless perfect
everything I could ever dream.
Don’t worry I’m alright now
I finally understand
the one person who can love you eternally
is yourself and that is my plan.
This poem is about:
Me