If my heart
Was just a plaything
Then you should've
Easily gotten bored of it.
It would've been less brutal
It would've been merciful.
Like a child,
You should've just left it after playing.
And now I'm at your mercy
You, still stubbornly holding,
My stitched-up heart
With greedy hands.
I can hardly breathe
For who can keep up,
The playing pace
Of a greedy child.
YOU ARE READING
The Hollow Shell ✔️
Poetry"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
