I told you the truth.
You told me the truth.
The truth of that I love you.
The truth of that you don’t love me.
Now I’m here all broken inside.
Now your all feeling good inside.
With me crying with my bedroom door locked.
With your hands locked with hers.
But of course your with her and not with me.
But of course I’m with nobody and not with u.
But I guess,that it is your loss.
But you guess, that its just another one of those girls…
I guess it is your loss.
I guess it’s my heart broken.
When you see me with my friends.
And when I see you with her
This poem was written/submitted by kendan.