I can pretend I'm angry,
I can pretend that I don't care;
But as much as I deny it,
I was yours to ensnare.
You played with my heart,
And used me for your own;
Then you abandoned me,
Left me bitter and alone.
Why did I believe you?
Why did I think you were mine?
I should've listened to my heart,
I should've seen the signs.
Now I'm hollow and empty,
With no hope for tomorrow;
Instead of being hopeful,
Now I'm filled with sorrow.
Why did you leave me?
YOU ARE READING
If You Knew Me
PoetryThese are the words that my fingers write and my heart cries when my mouth can't speak.
