Every time I think
'I'm over you'
and the thought of you is barely there
you find a way back in
and make me question everything
because you're my version of perfection
of everything I wanted
until you broke it
like it meant nothing
my heart is still in pieces at your feet
and sometimes you find it entertaining
to pick it up
glue it back together
and drop it again
eventually,
you will run out of pieces to find.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty in the Beast
PoetryHold on a second while I divulge my soul to the internet.