when you get close with someone,
they end up ripping out a chunk of your heart
and stomp on it.
only a few times,
there is that one person who comes
and picks up the pieces to put it back
together
but it's broken more than it's repaired.
you end up seeking out someone new,
something new,
a new start,
but they just keep
stomping
and stomping.
each piece getting smaller
and smaller
with the drop of the foot.
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere Around My Orbit
Poetryi've placed a piece of myself in each poem in this book. this is the story of me.
