you stabbed my heart
you left it scarred;
again, and again, and again.
you shattered it
and every time it healed
you started to crack it again.
and i let you
because a broken heart
is better than no heart at all.
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broken dreams
Poetryshe held his hand he held hers. they crumbled together until they were nothing but broken dreams. ... a collection of poems.
