I hate that you still pull me apart at the seams
Every time I fall I can see you smile
I gave you my heart
You turned it into a grenade
And shoved it back into my chest
You ran
And I was blown to bits
I'm still picking up
The broken pieces of me
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from Jupiter Raised by the Sun
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING/DISCLAIMER: Content in these poems cover mental health, self-harm, depressive moods, trauma, and rock bottom feelings. Not all poems have these topics, but if any of this triggers you please be cautious when reading this. I write po...
