If I was to be completely honest,
I'd say,
I'm more hurt than mad.
I'm more broken than torn.
Thing is,
You can stitch a tear,
But being a broken record,
You have to buy a new one.
Meaning,
I'm always going to be replaced.
It isn't very fair,
That you were allowed to Break me in the way you did,
Cause now it hurts,
Every time I think of you.
Hearing your voice,
On the line,
My heart...
Cracks.
And every time you hang up,
My cracked up pieces,
Shatter.
How am I going to heal,
If,
All you do,
Is keep me at a distance?
Maybe it's my fault?
Maybe I deserve this pain...
Maybe I've fucked over so many people,
Karma used you...
Because,
I love you.
Maybe that's Why.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
PoesíaWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
