last week,
i said i wouldn't look at your shit anymore,
cause i knew it would make me sick to my stomach
and
i would get that feeling in my chest that isn't pleasanti cheated,
i relapsed,i looked at everything you have online,
i looked at your snapscoreand boy,
did it not make me feel goodi promise,
a promise to meand my heart,
i won't do this anymore,
i will move on
and find betteri will love again,
and i hope this will be my last love next timeno more heartbreaks,
i said i wouldn't,
but i didand never will i do it again
YOU ARE READING
jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?