The Worst.
I was suspicious at first.
Denying the imminent hurt
I didn’t want to believe it.
My mind wouldn’t conceive it
Maybe it was my lack of knowledge
Or the pain that came with knowing,
Did I want to live in the truth,
Or relish with a lie?
Either way it went my heart was to surely die
I thought it was a joke
An act clearly meant to hurt
But when your boyfriend tells you
He got another girl pregnant
That pain surely hurts the worst.
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