broken ceramic faces
shattered porcelain hearts
ragdolls that have suffered a beating
I made so many promises
I never had intentions on keeping
why do I do this?
so many dolls
so many people
why do I hurt them?
why do they get to walk around
so happy
so in love with me
why don't I feel the same?
why don't I feel anything?
I'm empty
but I can't seem to keep
what they give me
their severed hearts only beat
for so long
and then everything is silent
everything is quiet
everything is still
and they are left crumpled on the floor
and I crawl on, empty
and looking for more
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
