You Consume Me /Poetry

Fake love

The next morning he said, this isn't love, this is goodbye.....

I don't know why I felt something in my heart die, when he said the word love.

I wanted to know why I felt something he didn't,

He would never call it love, he would call it sex...

I know this is one night, but something was different.

He took my heart, and for a second I guess I believed he loved me

He is heartless anyways, but does that make my heart big? Maybe I was too accepting of a stranger's hand at first give.

Maybe I hoped I would find something to last, searching among shards of broken glass, I should've looked somewhere else, Then try to find love on an empty shelf.