P.S. Good bye
You picked me up when I was in my worst.
When I was broken and hurt, you were there. You kept me occupied, you gave me company. First thing I know, you were a stranger and the next we already have something in between. I never thought that in that short period of time, I would fall for you. You were arrogant. Ill-mannered. A playboy even. In short, you were the opposite of everything I want. But you know, I was a fool. I gave in to your meaningless words and fake promises. You fed me lies and I want enough of it. You made me fall but then you weren't there to catch me. Irony is what it seems like. You gave me your love only to be taken away before I could even fully receive it, or was it even love? In the end I was left broken. Broken beyond repair and more than before. You picked me up when I was in my worst, and how funny life is, you left me the same.
