and it hurts
it hurts
to love
but not be
loved back
it's a weight
that settles in my chest
a hollow ache
echoing loudest
in the quietest moments
i gave you my heart
piece by piece
willingly given
you took your hand
and wrapped it around my heart
my heart
my fragile heart
after being broken
and shattered into
a million pieces
you took your hand
you curled your fingers
around my heart
and you crushed it
again
and again
and again
over
and over
and over
and still i let you
i let you watch me break
i let you put me back together
piece by piece
only to break me
again.
why did i let you?
a/n: well thats deep (i wrote it in 10 minutes and i've ever been in a relationship)
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seven | poems
Poetryplease, picture me, in the trees. i hit my peak at seven feet ---------------- poems by me!
