How could you not care?
When you saw the pain dripping
Down my open veins.
Was love not enough?
When I needed you the most
To stitch up my wounds.
How could you leave me?
When you were the glue holding
these cuts together.
I am torn open,
Spilled across the empty floor,
Of my vacant heart.
The place where you lived,
Is now covered in cobwebs,
A thing of the past.
-m.h.
YOU ARE READING
Little Thin White Lines
PoésieA beautiful disaster wrapped up and packaged with a bow, turned into a masterpiece.
