I wasn't born with a black heart
It was burned
Burned by the fires of Hell you dragged me through
Burned by all the lies I believed
My heart was once full and happy
Now, it sits empty and dark in my chest
I wasn't born with a broken heart
It was shattered after you tore me apart
You told me you love me
But now I see
You'll always love yourself more than you love me
I'd say I hope your heart gets shattered and burned
But that would be a lie
Even after everything you did,
I still love you, even after your goodbye
I still love you with all my heart
I love you with every part of my burned and broken heart
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI'm writing poems and want a place to put them. So, here you go. I wrote all these, so please don't copy them.
