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