i dont have the courage to wipe my tears
not yet
because the tears remind me
that the hurt is real
and the hurt reminds me of you
because you were the one who caused it
because you were the one
who i gave my heart to
but instead of treasuring it
you broke it into a million little pieces
and you left me with no one
no one to help put the pieces back together
YOU ARE READING
black roses painted red.
Poetrythis is a book that i have poured my heart, soul and all my vulnerabilities into. thank you for being my home and holding my heart when no one else did. i hope when you read this that you can connect with me and the others who have read this, i hope...
