You took a piece of my heart, and for what? To put yours back together of course.
And now you leave me, with what is now what we call a broken heart.
Fuck.
YOU ARE READING
HIM.
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts about he who shall not be named. A collection of feelings but in the form of words that we can all understand. A collection of everything in between about HIM.
Broken Heart
You took a piece of my heart, and for what? To put yours back together of course.
And now you leave me, with what is now what we call a broken heart.
Fuck.