She hurt me again. I thought it wouldn't hurt so much.
She had broke my heart once. Twice now.
But I couldn't say she actually broke my heart twice.
I told her "I am okay".
But it wasn't entirely true.
I told her "wish you all the best".
But I wasn't utterly sincere.
My brain tried to distract this feeling, but my heart didn't want to play along.
I tried to sleep but I would dream about it.
Then a song crossed my mind.
A song that she loved
"Take that rage, put it on the page ..."
That's what I do
One good thing about brokenhearted is
It creates a good poem, right?
I know I will heal but I don't know when.
I know I will find someone far better but I don't know where.
But perhaps this is what life is all about.
Fall and resurrect.
If she happens to read this
She will whisper slowly.
"I am sorry" , "Thank you" or "We are still friends"
The well-known words that I am sick of.
I hope that she won't see this.
Because the next verse is dedicated for her.
The girl who thundered my heart
Who once meant the world for me.
Quote from a famous song.
When you see my face, hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell.
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well, then he's a fool and you're just as well.
Sincerely
From a man
That will be born again.
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