How low

It was great when I could feel
When I thought love was real.
I hope you know you've left me broken,
With all the things we've left unspoken.
And inviting them round, wasn't that kind
It's not that I mind,
I just didn't think they'd go.
But now it comes to show
What they think
And how fu**ing low they'd sink.

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ok not the best poem ive ever wrote but i really needed to let this out