It's just so terrible
knowing he has my heart and may take it where he pleases and when he pleases and I have no say in these matters whatsoever.
he has my heart and has put his where mine should be.
I've learned to live off the beat of his heart not mine.
I've learned to fall asleep to the tick of his internal clock not mine
and he could easily reach inside the deepest part of me and rip away his heart, taking mine along with his.
he could easily leave me broken and stranded in the middle of a field of despair and hurt.
he could easily leave me empty with nothing but a memory of what used to make me tick inside.
him.
YOU ARE READING
Love Truly
PoetryThese are just poems that I've either written and/or found relevant. There will be ones relevant to break-ups, sad love, and the romance that everyone is so in love with.
