Poetic Disorder

Her New Heart

She doesn't love anymore in this world full of hatred.
The more you care, the more you have to lose,
So it makes perfect sense to not care at all.
She trusts less each day.
She has a broken heart that can't be shaded or coloured.
She is no longer a game or a move.
She lost a source of living.
She used to be afraid of feeling anything,
Now... She's numb.
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