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

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