"This is all your fault!"
I screamed amidst the crowd,
My black shirt, your sweater
Soaked in blood, dripping down our skin
From the open wound in our hearts.
"How could you do this to us?"
All eyes on us, I don't care
Mine have streaming pain
As I look at yours, aching from a distance,
For me, for our love torn apart.
"I wish I hadn't met you!"
The last words I shouted before
I walked away from everything
With the knife of betrayal tightly
Clutched in my hand - no one knows anyway.
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Mosaic Heart
Poetry"Unbroken but crystallized Into a million pieces - Behold! My heart." These are the pieces assembling my mosaic heart - some in the shape of sharp betrayal and jagged hopelessness; some in the shade of crimson lies and deep blue loneliness. They're...
