Today there is nothing.
No words to console a broken heart that knows the only thing that can piece it back together it will never have again.
No amount of time can heal the wounds.
Scares forever showing, proving that love is a battleground.
I know.
I’ve been there.
The bullets can pierce skin yet you don’t know it.
Or if you do, you don’t show it.
Make sure they can’t see you bleed.
You are strong, yet empty.
Put on your mask so the dullness of your eyes is hidden.
To cry is forbidden.
You want to feel better, this can’t be love.
Broken and beaten you’ll find the right one.
Who will it be.
Let go of yourself to find the other half, you’ll never get you back.
See.
Love is a battlefield.
The sad part is most don’t make it home, and those that do are never the same.
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A Poets Mind
PoetryThis is basically all my "finished" poems. Some might be subject to change. I put a lot of myself into my work (like a lot of poets) so please don't call me out or say rude things. Thank you so much, enjoy. *Warning* Some of the poems may be trigge...
