my thoughts are unworthy

It’s easy to touch
And caress someone’s skin
But it’s not easy to feel
How they’re feeling within

It’s easy for me
To feel love in my heart
So it’s easy for you
To tear me apart

It’s funny
How the things
We loved the most about each other
Before
Become the things
We hate about each other
Now

You Get What You Pay For
Or, Gold Digger’s Poem

If you love me
Through your money
What else am I supposed to love you for?

I just wish it didnt end the way it did

But

It

Did.

I thought I wouldn’t break
If I let you in my heart
But I should’ve known you’d break me
Again.
Maybe it was an accident
But I am broken nonetheless.
I am broken,
So broken.
They say, “You break it, you buy it,”
But most people would rather hide the broken pieces
And pretend it never happened.
And the broken object collects dust
Because it can’t collect itself.

After I told my friends
How you broke up with me
They said,
“I never really liked that kid anyway.”
At this point
I’m not really sure
If I ever liked you either.