I hate her.
I hate her to the core.
She took you away.
She swayed your wavering attention.
But, mostly,
I hate you,
For getting swayed by her.
You told me I was second best.
And that if things changed,
You'd come back for me.
As, if saying that is so much better,
Than what you did to me.
If anything the reminder that I wasn't good enough,
Is worse.
I didn't suffice.
YOU ARE READING
All For You.
Poetry*First Place Winner in Poetry - The Quill Awards* ❝All the tears, All the sleepless nights. All the 2 a.m. poetry, All the brilliant lights. All the second guessing, All the wrongs and rights. It is all for ...
