my heart is fragile
Like a piece of glass waiting to shatter
Yet he did know that
Her lips
His lips
Is what hurt me
Her legs
His legs
Are what killed me
The pain he caused me
Hurt
.
.
.
A lot
Because every heartbreaker has their ways
But his was through her
The one I hated most
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FOG
Poésie"this won't hurt one bit" they said to me as they ripped my heart out. My mind holds a lot of secrets that not a soul knows. These are my secrets.
