you weren't special
not pretty not smart
yet you filled the hole
the massive hole in my heartit was not something
something set
a fragile love
with no future aheadI had no right
yet I was possessed
I have no way to call it
all the first times we've hadand when it broke of
my crime it was
I wished it had hurt you
just as muchI did not wish any pain
yet I wished it hurt
as a proof of your love
which I had also felt
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.