Dear You

Dear You,

The day we met

Was one I couldn’t forget.

You were my first

And I wished you were my last.

Things were great

Then I started to hate.

You hurt me bad, baby

I wish I was never there.

That room

It haunts me.

It’s hard to sleep knowing,

Knowing what happened.

So I got rid of the bed

Where we shared our firsts

and our lasts.

I’m okay now though

Now that we don’t speak.

I hope everyday that your life is fine

Because you destroyed mine.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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