When I cried for the first time
in front of you,
I could see your heart break.
I never did much
but you made me feel safe,
and let me think that I could
let out the bottled up pain
around you.
But I guess
you got tired of it.
It wasn't often,
but seemingly enough
to make your heart
stay in it's perfect pink pieces
when you saw my tears streaming
my scars bleeding,
and my demons screaming.
That was the moment
you stopped loving me.
When you didn't care enough
to fix me anymore
when you watched me fall apart.
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Maybe Mondegreen
Poetry"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
