It was nice—
seeing the person who broke you.
Watching his steps.
Does he still care for you?
Every smile,
Oh! I remember that.
Those days of warm fuzzies,
suddenly consumed by lightless.
Voice from the crowd—
Only yours was loud.
I heard it,
"I am happy now." You said—
with conviction.
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Up
Poetry"Hand me the pieces- of my heart, i'll mend it- all by myself." Poetry 2016 @powderspgnbb
