My Poem

roses and red
I am too
you watched me bleed
when u stabbed me
in my back
that I where u had me
I didn't cry
not even move
just stood still
looking at you
you had my trust now I'm bleeding but now I have stopped because u mean nothing. I have moved on and just forgot about the way you did to me. I was good for you when u had no one but now that I have gone I see the way you are. They way you part your hair in half. Now I see you as no one just another bug, another tree, another me

hay I am, not a poet I know and it is kind of shitty but I thought that I would give it a try just for fun.


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