I haven't been able to sleep since that day, I believe what you told me is your truth.
But how can I believe your truth to be real if you can do me like that, if you can tell me that and shut me out.
And the doubt from that is killing me inside more and more by day.
I've tried to move on, but everythings feels wrong, I wanted to be yours and only yours, and that's what I still feel.
I hate that my heart belongs to you, you who has ruined my heart, I hate myself for crying daily for you.
But if your truth is the truth, how could you, how could you tell me that and leave, how could you tear into my soul and tell me what would only make it impossible for me to move on?
Was it even real?
YOU ARE READING
is this it?
PoetryI don't even know, I had to write off some feelings and I honestly think I shouldnt be writing about this.
