How could I do it?
How could I trust you?
How could I had believe in you?
When all along I knew...
That you would always brake my hear
that you do it intentionally
I should of had know
that you were going to leave me for her...
You never really care for me
I was just your sick game...
I hate you for everything you've done
I hate that everyday I still think about it,
But what i have the most is to know that
I still love you!!!
for those of you that have read this poem i'm the girl with the broken smile dont think i stoled this poem.
