Before,
I asked Him,
To hold my heart,
And to never drop it.
I played his game.
But,
I lost something important.
He dropped my heart,
Let it shatter,
Into stars.
Little glistening,
stars.
Voices in my head,
Tormented me,
"You can't sew it back! You're heart is useless now!"
They tell me,
Love will be hard.
I'll no longer have my old,
Loving,
and Naive heart.
I am doomed.
I foudn you,
A I can't even love straight.
I am useless.
Love is hard.
And I don't know if I can make it.
Part of me is ready for death,
The other is fighting.
I'm caught in the crossfire,
Of loving you, and remembering,
what he did to my heart.
I can't love straight...
I really am worthless at this game...
And my heart...
Doesn't matter.
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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.
