He broke her heart every time he mentioned death or dying
How he craved it
In every potential place it could come up it did
Breaking her heart
Tearing her to pieces
Writing on her with glass
It would make tears prickle at her eyes
Like needles
Like pins
Until one would fall down her face
She was quick to wipe them away
But more would just come the next day
YOU ARE READING
Here We Go Again
PoetryEverything I haven't said I feel like I should have titled this "Ya girl: A Sad Bitch"
