Alone on a vacant street corner,

You wrap your arms around yourself,

And wonder why it couldn’t work.

Why did he have to leave?


You weren’t good enough,

He made you believe you were.

And then he used you,

Leaving you feeling…discarded. 


All you want is for someone,

Anyone to tell you—

To comfort and hold you,

And tell you you’re worth something. 


But you know that already,

He wasn’t good enough,

And you made a mistake.

But you’re not discarded.

The End

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