May 2016
My heart was ripped
out of my chest
Bleeding at your feet.
and you stepped on it when you walked away from me.
out of my life.
my blood and guts stamped on the bottom of your shoe.
a stain you may never notice.
I am now a foot print.
left for someone to follow
and finally take the place where I once was.
out of my chest
Bleeding at your feet.
and you stepped on it when you walked away from me.
out of my life.
my blood and guts stamped on the bottom of your shoe.
a stain you may never notice.
I am now a foot print.
left for someone to follow
and finally take the place where I once was.
The feeling of letting go--even when you weren't ready. You didn't expect it to end. Feeling an attachment towards someone even though they hurt you.
