He makes me feel so loved,
Special and appreciated,
And nothing like you made me feel,
When we dated.
Maybe I shouldn't write of you now,
Cause I'm with someone else,
Someone who's words,
Don't sound like warning bells.
But rather feel homely,
Making me feel safe and secure,
And not like some trap,
Into which I've been lured.
So take it as our last goodbye,
Cause we won't meet here again.
I'm done writing for a person,
Who doesn't even acknowledge my pain.
YOU ARE READING
love and heartache
PoetryA bunch of poems on my experience with love, heartbreak and everything in between
