I,
Tore myself,
Gave you,
A single piece,
I trusted you.
You took it,
For granted.
Is it me,
Or is it Her?
I tried,
to forget,
all day today.
But,
Who can just,
pretend,
Their heart,
Isn't,
being torn,
To shreds?
Could you?
Maybe,
Just maybe,
You'll realize,
It's killing me,
and Maybe,
Just maybe,
You'll finally see,
What's happening,
Inside,
My heart.
Because,
It's being torn.
Shred
By
Infinite,
Shred.
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
