I gave you my heart,
And you plucked it carelessly apart.
I laid in bed late that night,
And felt my heart physically break.
The pain it brought;
Filled me with hate.
I couldn't stop crying;
While I scrolled through our convo.
I was still stuck on the thought of you,
But it was you who tore my heart into two.
It was you who made me so blue.
You plucked my heart apart like some game,
And your sweet words got to me.
You were so good at lying,
And for a second, I believed you.
I fooled myself into believing that you actually loved me.
-Jocelynn Conway-Layman
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My Composition of Broken
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. My poems are distinct from one another. However, the two poems I'll be featuring aren't my own work, but they were written about me by a special person, and because I treasure them so much, I wanted to share the exc...