is it really
an art form
to have
your heart broken
by another?
because after
all these years
i can't
see
any beauty
in the way
we fell apart.
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poetryyou filled me with love and comfort but i was too blind to realize that i was already drowning and the boy that i'd trusted was the one holding me underwater. so then i learned to never trust your heart into the hands of another.
