I wrote this short poem when my heart broke, a year ago. When I found out I was not the only one. He was my first love.
Our emotions are crazy both women and men
I'm happy because its over but I'm hurt because it's the end
walking around wondering why I cant comprehend
Asking myself is it me or the men.
Our emotions are crazy both women and men
He said he loved me,
yet he hurt me again
Lying that he was just for me
Little did he know...I could see...through his eyes...acknowledging the lies...I recognised this boy was no longer mine.
I say it again our emotions are crazy both women and men
I knew he was with her but I chose to pretend
thought we could make amends
now left heart broken and well that's the END.
About the Creator
Chloè Richards
My writing isn’t the best, but hey I write to express.
100% my life 1000% real.
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