His, Him, and He
I thought His love for me was infanite
Him. It was Him. Just simply and soley Him
I wanted Him and only Him.
He, on the other hand,
Wanted to use me
So He did exactly what He wanted
He built me up every day
To tear me down every night
Made me love Him
To leave me on my knees
Pleading and begging
To not leave me
But what He did is unforegttable
So He did exactly what He wanted
To just leave me stranded
Drained of emotion
Why?
Mom, I promise
All I wanted to do
Was to make Him happy
So why, mom, why?
Why did He break me like this?
Why did He tell me He loved me
Just to watch me bleed
On His plain white shirt
I don't cry anymore
Because of Him
Him?
Yea, I don't even think of Him
I'm fine again
No thanks to Him
This poem is about:
Me