Your heart was never into us, but everyone else.
That's fine, keep my heart.
For it is far to broken to fix.
So I shall give it an empty grave.
When I find someone else maybe they'll give me part of their heart so I can feel again.
Though if I'm honest, that thought terrifies me.
The fact that some one I love would love me so much they would give me part of themselves to me.
After being in a relationship with someone like you, that thought is inconceivable.
If there is someone out there who can love me more than I loved you.
Then maybe, just maybe, I will know true love.
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PoésieThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
