I Write Poetry

She thought I didnt love her.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Her smile alone painted my soul
Colors.
But I was just a scar gasping for air.
No one knew the hell of my reality.
I tried to live to smile
I couldn’t do it yet.
She was never a temporary bandage
She was my solace at the time.
I was too fucked up.
She deserved better.