He holds the doors open for me
He keep my hair from flowing into my face
He rubs my thumb when I am anxious
He reminds me of his love when I'm overwhelmed
So why is it that when the people that hurt me decide to break me once again I take it out on him?
Why is it the person I need and love most in the world is the person I hurt the most?
Why is it the person who put the pieces of me back together, the pieces he did not break, I break?
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An Angels Tragedy
PoetryThese are short/ long poems I write, myself. Please show some love<3 These poems contain moments from several emotions. Feel free to comment!
