Penelope Van de Burg
Stories (2/0)
To the First Boy That Broke Me
To the First Boy That Broke Me I thought you liked me back, but I was wrong, there was another girl you liked more than me, thought of more, desired more, wanted more than me. I thought we were on the same page and you knew we weren't, you didn't bother to tell me you wanted something else, something that I didn't know you wanted. The times I was in your bed, were you thinking of me or where you thinking of her? It wasn't cheating because we weren't technically dating, but the moment I found out that you had a girlfriend, only two weeks after you broke things off with me, I felt cheated. I had a feeling you were talking to other girls when you were seeing me, but I didn't know you were going to chose one over me. Why her? Why not me? Or another girl? What does she have that I don't?
By Penelope Van de Burg6 years ago in Humans
Part of Her
Nobody knows the real Her, all of Her, we only know parts, the parts She lets us see and different people see different parts. She shows us what She wants us to see and nothing more. This is strategy. She doesn’t want anyone to know all of Her, not Her parents or siblings, not Her closest friends, no one.
By Penelope Van de Burg6 years ago in Poets