I really loved him, he was my everything.
And I don't hate him ,
I'm just mad at myself for believing him when he told me he loved loved me.
And now he's with her and he couldn't care less about me.
And the thing is I can't stop caring about him.
But it was so easy for him to stop caring about me.
He told me he couldn't live without me....
I wonder if he's telling her that too.
I'm not jealous I just wish it was me.
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PoetryTiny poems that I came up with when I was bored. At least I think they are poems, hmm. If you want they could actually be book ideas but if you do turn it in a story either 1). Comment on the chapter your turning into a book or 2). Message me whic...
