Broken, that's how I was when you left me,
my heart was shattered as you threw away it's key.
You would be my last,
I didn't want to feel anymore,
I wanted to be numb.
My eyes were tired shedding away tears,
but after a while I stopped
Cause I was done with you.
You may have broken me,
But I will Always Love you.
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The Storm In Her Head
PoesíaIs heartbreak after love that predictable in our generation? Highest ranking in Poetry #45; 3/9/2017