After he told me he loved me
I was left at the altar.
He stared as I bled
onto the pure cloth,
sacrifice to his own manger,
then wiped his tears
and walked down the aisle
as if compelled to forget.
Last thing I remember, the warmth
seeping out of my body
and into those four walls
I was never too welcome in.
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Falling out
Poetryrollercoaster of emotions of a teen on an adventure called life, sad version
