@Bithan 14 September 2020

I have never felt to proud

I have never felt too proud To admit the things I have done When I was immature , self obsessed And probably just too young , I have loved with a mediocre heart , Never cared about the collection Of skeletons in my closet From the lovers I have starved , The ones who have ended up Sleep deprived under my spells , Who gave their all and everything , Put their feelings and their who being Within the palms of my hands , Just so I could crush them For my own pleasure And let them go without a farewell. Now that i have grown , Often do I wonder , where did they go? The almost lovers, Who’s hearts I have ripped to pieces , Tore them up and shattered them, Until they forget my name And called me misery , I sincerely hope , They’ve found the glue To put themselves back together , I hope the sires have healed , And that they’ll understand ; I was never supposed to be , Their happily ever after .