The tears drop without effort.
My heart is ripping itself in half.
My eyes are bloodshot from the lack of crying.
My memories are a blur.
My feelings are numb.
But she's still there.
She picked the broken pieces.
Over and over again.
She took care of me.
She loved me.
But ME didn't want her inside.
But she stayed anyways.
And I loved her for that.
September 5, 2013
For: Myself
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Three souls of mine
PuisiSo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
