How can I write about love
with a heart nowhere to be found?
It has been torn from my chest
and disregarded as if it were a broken toy.
I've been hurt so much
that love is a fluid
my heart no longer pumps.
It's easier to write about the heartache
rather than the good old days.
I cling to the pain
because it's all I'm ever left with.
What a horrid cycle heartbreak creates.
We fall in love
only to be left loveless.
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Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
