You did it, you ripped it, that last little part.
You destroyed it. You tore through the last of my heart.
I'd hope you feel better, except hope I have not.
I'm now walking soulless and God's all I've got.
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Unrequited {Love Poems}
PoesíaLove poems. Most of which are no longer of importance, but they were, so they still matter to me.
