my heart is fragile
Like a piece of glass waiting to shatter
Yet he did know thatHer lips
His lips
Is what hurt meHer legs
His legs
Are what killed meThe pain he caused me
Hurt
.
.
.
A lotBecause every heartbreaker has their ways
But his was through her
The one I hated most
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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.