The Living Broken (Poetry)

Heartache

Forget it.
Leave it.
You don't have to love me.
You don't have to pretend.
I'm alone.
I'm nothing.
That's what you think.
That's what you know.
For all the times I've done wrong.
For all the times I've done bad.
You left me behind.
You killed my love.
And that's it.
Leave me now, it's okay.
I'll sew my own heart back up.
I'm good at that.
Just as how you're good at breaking it.