My heart.
It wasn’t yours to keep.
My eyes.
Are wet with tears.
My hand.
You are the reason its cold.
And I,
Am broken to pieces.

Then you go,
And break my heart.
Then you disappear,
Right before my eyes.
Then you go,
and let go of my hand.
And I,
Am left without you.

My heart.
Is now stronger than ever.
My eyes.
Roll at the sight of you.
My hand.
Is balled into a fist.
And I,
Am not yours.