Whats his is hers

She looked at this poem and cryed
luck just wasn\\\'t on her side
it was a confession she had to hide,
the mistake she made carrying on the lie

it was the most joyless thing Ive ever seen
was it the things Ive done to cold and mean

at that one second it got vile and bad
it was like she was taken the last breath she had

at this moment she broke down and
collapse
maybe this boy actually loves me perhaps

why did i stay up all night and descent to myself
and take your picture down, put on a broken shelf.

words said that have shouldn\\\'t and dreams left to rust
break down, erode, soon left to dust.

and let my give this boy what he really deserves
and were he should Be whats his is now hers