This is a really old poem. about my first and worst love who used me because i was naive.. but this is my poem a lot of them I'm about to post is going to be about him.
It will never be me
I sit here crying
Without a clue why
Behind this face I’ve been hiding
Hiding from a guy
Who keeps playing my heart like it’s nothing
Each night I pray
For this nothing to become something
But I’m next is all he will say
So I plea to God for what he say is true
It hurts so bad like being pulled apart
If you only knew
the consequences of a broken heart
Each time he deceives me
With another girl on his arms
Now I see
I finally see the alarms
This plea will never be me…
I liked the flow of this one. Good write.