Kill me Softly.
Kill me where I can't feel it,
But she stabbed me with the knife.
Lunging it into my heart.
I could feel my love,
Bleeding out.
Hatred was no where to be found,
Just memories and emotions
Poured out of my wound.
She cried as she walked away,
She was yelling something.
Then I realized,
It was my name.
She was screaming out how she loved me,
Yet I didn't care for her.
She said,
I needed to be there for her.
But my problem is,
Where is she?
I can hear the faint words of I love you,
You are my only,
Now they are covered by the sound of rips,
Of my heart breaking.
My heart had a string,
And every step she took,
She pulled,
Ripping out my heart.
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Short Poems
PuisiWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
