maybe it was the night
we went to the movies
and you told me
i looked beautiful
or maybe it was the day
that you took away my blades
and you told me to keep fighting
and the scars on my arms began to fade
but now youve left me all alone
those jagged lines are back
and i've begun to lose the fight.
l.d.w
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Shattered Love
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words"
