June 27th

My dream had finally come true, because here I was sitting with you.

It was late at night, there was no light.

You whispered you loved me, and I stuttered clumsily.
" I-I  I love you too.."

This was the night I would lose myself in you.
Then our love could finally be true.

When it was over, you brushed me off your shoulder.

You used me.

Like a dog uses a tree.

It was June 27th.
And you whispered, "I love you Megan.."

I should've knew you weren't being true.

Now you're the cause of all my pain,
you're the reason there's always rain.

It really makes me sick, the thought of your name.

I loved you with every ounce of my heart,
but you've torn it apart.

You used to be my best friend,
but now I wish your life would end.

The night was June 27th,
and I'll never forget it.