My heart is melancholy and gloomy
It is bleeding internally
I need to free it before it turns doomy
Before it is damaged externallyA heart so torn and damaged
Because it was misused to love the wrong person correctly
It was dismantled and ravaged
By a stranger who claimed to love me, instead chose to do it incorrectlyHow can I ever love again?
And pick myself up?
Return to a lover's corner without feeling any pain?
I desire to drink from the dealer's cupA love abused and mistreated
Will I ever breathe once more?
After the way I was treated
Will the courage to sense love resurface once more?
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PoetryYour entire identity is art. Everything about your body is beauty and Picasso defined. A collection of poems about beauty, body positivity, love and embracing your flaws.