in other words,
me
for I trust too hard.
I give my heart and it's dropped by every person who holds it.
I pick it up, dust it off, and hand it to someone else hoping they don't dispose of it.
a heart out of a chest makes a person much more dangerous.
when she comes knocking on my door, pushing in, she knows and takes advantage.
she hold my heart and puts it in a box.
I fought so hard to get it back for you,
and yet,
you also disposed of it.
like the ghost you are to me now,
disappeared.
thankfully, someone found it before she could take it away again.
he held it like his life depended on it. the one i truly miss, but he doesn't, nor should he know.
so when he did leave, he did so by placing my heart into the palms of another.
that one person,
yeah,
he's what inspired our start.
spoiler alert:
he set my heart on fire and she, she pulled it out
and now holds it captive for him.
so im never getting my heart back.
she holds it binding it to him.
that makes me:
the fool.
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geycentral
Poetrya peak into my poetry, im an amateur and i kinda suck at writing but here we go again. pls leave constructive criticism!! all pictures attached are my own taken on a Nikon COOLPIX B500 and an iPhone XR *TW: some are dark and talk about self h*rm an...
