I was falling apart
How silly of me to think that I was falling in love
All these years I've spent sewing my wounds shut
It took you less than a minute to unravel all that I was
YOU ARE READING
Do you think of me still?
Poetry"how many times does my heart have to shatter before you pick up the pieces?"
ripping apart at the seams
I was falling apart
How silly of me to think that I was falling in love
All these years I've spent sewing my wounds shut
It took you less than a minute to unravel all that I was