He hung up the call,
I hung up my soul....
Why did he do that?
Was I at fault?
Was he worth my tears?
Or was he all my fears?
Why did he break me?
And forget to kill me?
Why did I let him?
How did I love him?
How immature was he?
Or how blind were I?
We had fights,that was lots
We had love,that was lost.
We had time, that was soft.
We were happy or so I had thought.
He broke me consistently,
Every night I cried wildly,
Dreamin things that were lovely,
Now he's gone , away and happily.
I gave him my body,
He enjoyed for nights.
Now he gave me these tears,
As "with fucking love" kissed at ends,
Why did you love 'the me',
When it was just for the hole?
Why did you even come to me,
When you were such an asshole??
Extraction credits: Varshitha Gowda
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This poem has my heart dude...touchè...
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