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.
abstract emotions
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.
