Teach me,
how not to feel,
to be blind to her
every word,
she is so ruthless in her
ambition to
tear me apart,
she is so careless in her
promises to keep me
alive,
and,
to end the fights-
she watches me falling,
God,
she watches as I cry,
her heart not skipping a single beat,
while mine,
is completely quiet
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.