I have no idea where this came from.
It Was Still His
You don't like him.
You don't.
Right?
Wrong.
But he's not yours now.
Is he?
No, he's not.
He's someone else's now.
You hate him for giving you up.
You hate him.
Wrong.
You can never hate him.
No matter what.
You just couldn't.
You watched him from afar.
They were laughing.
You can't help but wish you were the one laughing beside him.
Maybe they were laughing about you.
You never know.
You know you should have felt something in your heart.
But you haven't.
You can't really break a broken heart, can you?
It's already broken.
Shattered.
Into a million pieces.
You can't pick up the pieces.
You can't put it back together.
He's the only one that can put it back together.
Even if he was the one who had it and threw it away.
Breaking it into a million pieces.
But he still had the pieces.
No matter how broken it was.
It was still his.
No matter how much you tried to get it back.
It was still his.
Even if his heart was given to someone else.
It was still his.
You don't think he'll ever give it back.
It was still his.
Even if you don't have his.
It was still his.
He still had your heart.
It was still his.
You decide who I'm talking about. I have someone in mind, but I'll let you use your imagination as to who's the girl and who's the guy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the clique. Do you really think Lisi Harrison would write something like this?
This is dedicated to D R O W N-I N-S E Q U I N S
I copied her writing style.
She doesn't write for Clique, but she's awesome.
Check her stuff.