did you really have drop it?
i gave you my heart,
told you to hold it carefully,
but you let it slip,
let blood splatter all over the white room,
and left me to pick up the pieces,
did you really have to leave me?
couldn't you stay till it was fixed again?
couldn't you help me seal the cracks?
why'd you have to go and ruin it?
ruin all we had?
my love went to waste,
and you'd barely gotten a taste,
but you didn't care,
because you'd already left me in my despair.
YOU ARE READING
letters i couldn't send
Poetrya series of letters, written to my beloved, written to those who wronged me, during the twilight, or when the day is clear and warm, a series of letters, written with my heart on my sleeve, written to them, but written for you to read.
