You decided to leave
when I couldn't be there.
Took a piece of my heart
and left it somewhere.
How am I supposed to find it?
How am I supposed to heal it?
When the glue
to make it whole again
is you.
So tonight
I bottle my tears.
Tonight I record my wails.
Tonight I grieve.
YOU ARE READING
Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
