I was broken,
Barely holding on.
And when I saw him,
With her,
The remainders of my being,
Fell into the abyss,
Of nothing,
That is inside myself.
I am truly broken.
No one can fix me.
He was my being,
Though I couldn't admit.
Now,
I have nothing.
Not even him.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
