I am still broken,
Even when he says to me,
That I am his being.
Everything I want is with him.
But I cannot buy it,
For I am worthless.
I have nothing to give.
I want to die,
Even when he says to me,
That I am his being.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
