jar of hearts (a poetry story)

my bed sheets

i didn't wash my sheets till i felt like i had enough,

that night we laid together,

i knew i was falling in love

my sheets still smelt like you,

i couldn't help it,

i couldn't change,
and i didn't wanna let you go

the heart wants what it wants

all those times,
we locked eyes

i knew somewhere deep in you,

you felt the same way,

but you let pride get in the way

and that,

that's what hurts the most