For months i cried my self to sleep
Asking you not to go out and now I
And laying on the floor sobbing all because you decided to tell me
You fell out of love with me

But the funny thing is I always knew you would tell me that one day
Because every night when you came home from a night out, your breath never smelled like achohol but your
"F*ck" girls perfume instead!

I know this wasn't a poem but the story is about love and broken hearts and stuff like that! And a heartbreak is perfect for this story!
Thanks for reading!