I said I wouldn't let it happen again.
I swore he'd be the last,
but those were both lies.
I swore not another heartbreak
again another lie
It seems like I'm addicted to this irreversible curse called love
The only exception,
love isn't addicted to me
My world is filled with broken heart stories
My heart is like a shatter plate
after its been swept away into the dirt.
Shattered. . . . .that's the perfect word for it
a shattered heart.
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Comatosed Mind, Aching Heart
PoetryJust random poems that jump out at me when I'm not thinking. All of these poems are mine, so please don't steal them.
