These were the torn out notes of my heart.
Spilling blood and love on the pages.
Each rip and crumple ,Killing me.
The trash can overflowing with my tears and heartbreak.
The last remaining page of my 230 paged notebook was blank and haunting.
I uncapped the sword and watched it cut the white striped skin,
Drawing words like blood.
Releasing my anger ,splitting the ink pens end.
The white page now tattooed with black ink.
Repeating.Repetive.Repeat.
And the only thing written ,like a brand of a depressing mistake
"Love,Aurore"
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Love,Aurore
RomanceShe wrestled with the fact that she couldn't have him. It burrowed deep within her and sat in the empty part in her heart . She tried to find another like him but only found boy's with penises for brains and hearts. She remembered the way he smirked...
