Poetry

It's Sad

It's sad,
It's sad that all the love she had was abuse,
By words,
That cut into her beautiful innocent soul,
She is so gentle,
Yet rocks are always thrown at her,
It's sad,
That she chose you,
But you broke her into a million pieces,
All she wanted was to be loved,
But she didn't understand,
And she never truly ever was treated right,
So she pulled you close,
It is sad that you are the reason she holds herself back now,
You are gone,
But she's afraid,
Everyone she has loved has left her with bruises,
It is sad,
That now she has met someone with gentle hands,
But she'll push him away,
Because she's broken,
It's sad she doesn't see her true worth,
Little does she know she's worth so much,
It's sad,
It's so sad because she has a chance of something so gentle and fragile like herself,
But instead,
She'll choose rocks over feathers because that's all she's come to know.