you are so beautiful, he says.
you are so athletic, he says.
you are so amazing, he says.
you are this,
you are that,
you are everything.

if i am so amazing,
so perfect,
so wonderful,
then why are you not mine?
why do you not care,
why would you lie?
i dont understand
did i become ugly,
or less talented,
did i stop being amazing?
why, why, why
why did you leave,
why werent you there in the first place?
did i change?
am i not worthy?
or were you just saying this,
these lies,
the bittersweet compliments,
to mess with me;
to mess with my heart.
well congradulations,
you did.
you broke it,
you broke me.