I just realized we both owe me a new heart
You remember, right?
When I cut it out and gave it to you
watched you devour it
and could only smile
I really thought myself to be a part of you
Oh, how foolish was I?
I'm not that girl anymore.
I'm not naïve anymore
You make me so glad I'm not naïve anymore
YOU ARE READING
Acrimony, Forgiveness, and Me
PoetryI write best when I'm angry. I'm write best when I'm pissed off. I write best on the note apps. I write best when I feel too much. I write best when I think about you, and them and everyone. These poems will most likely be short, problem or not, I d...
