you did a wonderful job at breaking my heart
(nine word story)
j.d.
if i were still my pretending old self
id most likely call the damage you
have done to my dear beating heart
a heartwarming, heart-touching masterpiece
but i am not my old pretending self
for i am now done pretending
done with everything
and my heart has turned ice cold
when i finally made the choice to leave your lying eyes.
what you have done to me
is no art, but destruction to
someone who simply needed
a friend.
