Broken
I'm just living life,
Breathing air,
Grasping for something
That isn't there.
You were a lie
I had to believe,
Desperately wanted
To acheive.
You were perfect,
Everything i could dream.
But no matter what I gave,
You never wanted me.
You left.
We're done.
You're with her,
I'm alone.
A cruel melody
So beautifully scrawled,
You were nothing but irony,
You wanted me to fall.
Don't tell me how much you care,
And then how much you wish
She was there.
I'm through with the pain
And the confusion.
Done with the side effects
Of this delusion.
A month of regrets,
Regrets I loved.
A month of regrets
Was all it was.
Copyright © Brittaney Clipson | Year Posted 2008
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