You - Poem by Becca Diolosa
You look at me like you actually care for me
Though you hurt me, burnt every last bit of my heart out and put
me all to shame.
All you ever done was blame me
In time ive realized howyou truely are nothing more
Than a man whore. I do not care anymore.
It is time to move on with or without you. I will find some way to be happy.
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